I wish you could just drag the words out of me, but I know that's not how you work. Even if it would make it easier from my perspective. I get so frustrated with myself...I want these things to stop haunting me. I want to speak them so that I can be free, and yet speaking them makes them real again...how the hell does that work?
You tell me that you can hear me asking for your help. 'I hear you.'
I hope you do...this is going to hurt like hell before it gets better, I fear.
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'Somewhere up above the great divide
Where the sky is wide, and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
'You have all the grace you need for today, and today is all that matters.' - Steve Austin