I write because, inevitably, we all die. One of my fears is having all of these moments buried, or indeed burned, with me. Lost forever, not only will they have eaten me from the inside during my lifetime, but something in me is begging for them to be screamed, shouted, projected and acknowledged. Perhaps because I denied what happened over and over again.

I need a place to put my pain, my shame, my love. At least then, I will know that someone shared this with me. It was real, it was all real - and I can finally fling myself from the clifftops.

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Thank you for being that person.

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~ X