I take care of all the other imaginary creatures before taking care of myself.
You'll never realize what a fragile infant I am.
And if somehow you do, it'll be too late.
Shadows remind me of missed opportunities.
I'm not allowed to have blood.
I'm only allowed to spill it.
Having someone to relate to, to fully understand each other, to know how it is, to laugh and cry about the same stupid shit, to trust to the core, is nice.
But it isn't necessary.
Not by a long shot.
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