is it anger that I feel? from my belief that you, you of all people, have the power, the power to heal, to heal me and my scars?

or, have I only ever felt resignation to you, you and to my situation?

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I never let people too close, sometimes I wonder if it is some kind of fear, maybe of what they may do to me.

I never let people too close, sometimes I know it is really some kind of fear, maybe of what I may do to them, like you did to me.

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Some nights you ask me for my help, and I do not know how to offer it, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.

Some days you tell me how you are, and I do not know how to respond, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.

Some morning you tell me how you slept, and I do not know how to make it better, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.

Some afternoons you tell me to come home, and I do not know how I could ever do it, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.

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Are you looking for the secrets that are held deep within my eyes? the darkness that lingers far across my soul? or the fires that run deep and wild through my own mind?

Are you searching for these things that I hide? these things that I fear? these things that I find, deep within the reflection of your own eyes?

Could you explain it all to me? how you're not staring at me? how I'm not staring at you? and how it makes me so afraid, that I just look away from myself and you?

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