I've never been one to share aloud the darkness I feel deep down.
Part of me finds the beauty in not becoming whole again.
The darkness isn't supposed to be considered a safe space. It's dark for a reason.
However, I feel a comfort in being wrapped in the darkness's arms. Protected in a sense that nothing will ever happen to me again.
I won't have to feel what I feel as long as I stay hidden in the dark. That's all I have to
do.
Stay hidden.
Don't let anyone in.
Resist the light.
You can't be hurt if you don't exist.
The light is allowing vulnerability, and that to me is more frightening than the darkness I call home.
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