-He always apologizes. We have learned it this way.

-It's always in my chest, a blooming rose there so beautiful to see and so painful to live. Thorns hid beneath my skin, waiting for someone to dare reach close enough only to poison them with a simple prick to their finger.

-Why can't I be normal?

-Why do I reject certain strategies of healing? Maybe I think I deserve it.

-Life is about learning. There's no point in living if you believe you know it ALL.

-Why do I always have to fear something? Only this time, I'm afraid of my own actions rather than the violence of another

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