we never really know what life is like for another person. we never really know another person. all we see are the bits and pieces that slip out along with those parts that we are shown willingly.
i protect others from myself. i create for them a warm fuzzy existence with little worries and in exchange i get the happiness in knowing that they won't have to worry about the pain and hurt that goes through my head. i shelter myself from others. or perhaps i shelter others from myself.
i protect others from myself. i create for them a warm fuzzy existence with little worries and in exchange i get the happiness in knowing that they won't have to worry about the pain and hurt that goes through my head. i shelter myself from others. or perhaps i shelter others from myself.
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