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I Have My Reasons

It happened again today.

Everything I needed, wanted.

Nestled comfortably between the sweaty crevasses of my palm.

Burning, shaking.

Burning, scarring.

Too scared to let it become me, too afraid to give my life to it.

Too afraid to let her down, too scared to leave her be.

It happened again today.

Everything I wanted, needed.

Worse off than when I found her.

Now I’ve left her.

Alone.

Far.

Gone.

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