Underneath the mask, there is love and pain: a feeling of great deficit; an unwillingness to sacrifice others to reclaim the gain.
It’s important that those I love know that I love them, even though we have these difficulties.
I know that partially it’s because they’re younger and I have at least twenty years of prior processing.
It’d be great if we could meet in the middle and see each other eye to eye, instead of mismatched elevation where you think I’m looking down on you as a spy (chuckle).
It’s hard being the wiser when my emotions just want to sob – but if I let them go unchecked, they would just add momentum to the emotional mob.
It takes a lot of strength to stand my own ground, to not fall apart, to not scramble gibbling around.
Gabbering could be another word where you’re just blubbering for being branded with imaginary sins.
Having been the recipient of victimization when much younger, if one knew me, they knew that I would never begin.
For souls deserve to be unfettered by the burdens of hardship and harm.
And though I’m flawed, it’s my priority that this kind of decree should be law.
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