it is something worse than pain, to realize that all this time...I kept it in, I tried to protect myself and them, and everything I could. We've dashed down the trees and ripped our happy home apart, I have ripped our happy home apart, and exposed them to all the terror in me....
and what for? I am still as scared and angry and confused as ever, he is still a monster in my closet. The only difference is that now, we're not even speaking, or pretending. Ah, the age of industry, and the things we accomplish.
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