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[cavere]

It means more to me than he knows. Distance is vast . . . and I subject myself to all kinds of abuse. I pace, hesitate, and at times I collapse and cry. I do it all. I want to express this, I want to show you who I am with a glance, yet I cannot do that . . . can I?

Little things make me afraid. I do not want to re-live my past, yet somehow I feel as if I must confront it.

I am making myself sick.