“My mouth stayed shut. I had to keep them inside, the nagging doubts, the sticky blackness that threatened to pour out from between the cracks, the regret that ate at my soul. Why, I thought, why do I keep doing this to myself when it would be so easy to open up? Why do I prefer fighting battles on my own when the only opponent in the war zone is myself? Why can’t I open up and say how I feel when I know the only alternative is pushing people away and ending up with even more regret to fill up the space between my skin and bones?”

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