Somewhere inside of you, tucked away, out of sight - a place where love grows and grows. Some subconscious goal, some subtle action that feeds it. It's what guides you, directs you, it's what you protect, dormant and intangible - but there. It could by why you're alive. Now, imagine that this place is very, very vulnerable. That people could essentially take that love from you with barely any effort at all. Everything you invest yourself in, your very reason for being. A child, for example.
What's blinding me. Closing me off. It's the threat to this. The knowledge that no matter what I do, how hard I try, where I invest, it can - and knowing my past, probably will be - taken from me. I'm not sure there's any point in trying any more. Whatever was keeping me alive is slowly dying.
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