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I want to reach out to someone.
It's fear again that prevents me, but potent fear, the kind not abated by merely identifying it.
Not all demons can be defeated by calling their name, and not all fears can be faced.
Everyone here is as lonely as I am, and just as afraid, and just as wrapped up in their own hurt and hatred.
I am not strong enough to reach them, and they would not believe my promises anyway.
So I sit here alone at night, staring at my ugly face in the mirror, wishing I were brave enough to make myself another.
Another face.
Another world.
Because I cannot face the world I live in now....
It's fear again that prevents me, but potent fear, the kind not abated by merely identifying it.
Not all demons can be defeated by calling their name, and not all fears can be faced.
Everyone here is as lonely as I am, and just as afraid, and just as wrapped up in their own hurt and hatred.
I am not strong enough to reach them, and they would not believe my promises anyway.
So I sit here alone at night, staring at my ugly face in the mirror, wishing I were brave enough to make myself another.
Another face.
Another world.
Because I cannot face the world I live in now....