Walk with me. Dance me to the end of my confidence because living can be so hard when sorrow threatens to flood the world with its indifference. "You can leave if you need to, if it is too much to stay here with me this long." But no, no. That is not what I was thinking. What I couldn't think. Through these dark spaces I want you to trust me, that it is only temporary. You bring this to me. Can't I just do what you do? Let it out. Let go without excuse, or even the inkling that it might draw attention to the struggle.
I was afraid you would leave. Or worse, that I would.
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