[The sun has been over-active today, basking my room in way too much light. Hot, eye-searing light. Ubyu sun! *waves a fist at the window*]

The thing is.

I’m ready to give everything.

In general, I’m a giving person. Whatever you want - take it. Just be with me. Don’t leave.

But I know how much people hurt you. So I hold back. A lot. Always. Always holding in. People think I’m not even able to show. But that’s because they don’t know. They don’t know that I hurt. That I’ve been hurt. If you can’t see - you don’t believe. And I don’t have a book and a man with a loud voice to verify it.

I want to give it all. But I’m afraid to be hurt because giving it all means exposing yourself to the highest degree. Too much risk. No control. Metaphorical freeflying.

[This is probably the most cliched text I’ve written since my worst peaks of the teenage phase. ]

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