I have traveled down too many darkened corridors, listening for cries of pain from souls without hope so that I might help free them.
Even in the daylight, the dark comes for us – and I have that natural talent just waiting to help ease others’ suffering.
So it is quite the awkward psotition for me to be in when I am the one who is suffering; I am the one who is in pain; I am the one who needs the light bringer to help chase the darkness away.
I have always been independent out of survival’s necessity, and I do not like being hamstrung by trends of parasitical energetic draining.
I feel and look weak. I am a wreck at times emotionally. My passions flare fiercely in self defense when repressed and there are no clear solutions presenting.
I reject myself as a candidate for the kind of amazing man that I am desiring.
He deserves better – and yet, where does this leave me?
On my own again, as usual just…now I am floundering.
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