Have I slipped back into the dangerous place? I've waded in too far, and now I can't tell how deep it is. Am I safe? Can I retreat? Can I pick up the pieces of my heart if you break them?
I'm stuck on the edge, and I'm scared. I'm scared of the future, but terrified of not moving forward. I have to escape the past, or at least the shadow of the past, this mist that is not obvious, yet ever present- lurking, pooling, hanging, attaching itself where it can.
It seems that I am incapable of taking care of myself, my heart, my soul. I trust too easily, I open, I give. I keep moving with the tide, until the percentage of drowning skyrockets exponentially.
I have no brick wall for you to shatter. There's only my heart. Undefended. Vulnerable. Fragile.
Proceed with caution.
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