Like, I want so badly to just wrap you up like I always have because I know
you're just a little boy still, lost and lonely in that big ol head of yours,
that's full of locked doors hiding the secrets of your pain, even from you. A
king trapped all alone inside his magnificent castle, with barely a window he
can reach to look out of, and walls so thick he's afraid no one could hear
him if he did call to the outside, just to let somebody know he's actually in
there. But you bite so hard and deep if I have to pull away for even a
second to care about my own needs or just meet the demands of life. I know
you're hurting, but hurt people hurt people and I matter too, so I have to
just let you find your own healing because that's something only YOU can do
for yourself because you want to, no one can force it on you or do it for you.
I'm not putting myself on some level above you, I gotta do the same thing,
and healing happens mostly alone... Deeply, truly ALL ALONE, trapped
inside our castles with the our worst enemy, best friend, and love of our
lives, all in one. Ourselves. I hope you heal, Steven. You're the most
spectacular human being I've ever met. Knucks
you got this.
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