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Nov '22 - Down Bad

It startles me how willingly I would share my soul with this stranger I have only known three weeks.

I wear my happiness on my sleeve, but not my heart; for she is wrapped in bubble wrap and placed on the highest shelf.

Guarded to the point that even I have lost access.

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When I manage to outwit the guards and peer through the translucent layers, I see her. A shivering wreck, so unused to contact that I hesitate, wonder if she is capable of redemption. Wonder if there is anything left to redeem.

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Yet his smile disarms the sentries. They give up without a fight, lay down their weapons, and to my surprise my Heart leaps forth. She is more whole than I had imagined - damaged, sure, but not incomplete. Not a hopeless case, not incapable of emotion, not entirely dysfunctional despire the years of disuse.

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I have felt more emotion in the past 3 days than the past 3 years.

I don't think you'll ever know - I don't think you could.