These words you so reluctantly send toward me make me flinch, instinctively putting me on the defensive - I try to think of some quick retort that will prove you wrong, knowing all the while that you're right. And I flinch and cringe even more, knowing that you're not the first to notice these things I do and call me to stand for them.
And yet, buried deep somewhere in that mind of mine, a flicker of resentment and anger starts to burn - who says you're right? You're not - most of those decisions didn't involve you, one way or another. I chose to stay before I even knew you really existed, chose to live in this town because I wanted to, because it felt - for once - like I was doing something right. How dare you take that decision I made and turn it into something about you? the flicker demands. How dare I let another one of you think that you are dead-center-stage in my mind, the focus of all my decisions?
These things make me worry. I don't want to lose you, and yet there's a small, persistant part of my mind that constantly whispers about the one you're not.
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Here in the shadows I'm safe, I'm free...
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Strawberry Gashes
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