At that very moment I smiled.
I'm scared.
Scared to love you. To let you see the inner part of me that I've tried so hard to bury deep beneath my bones. So deep that even I, living within myself, wouldn't be able to find it if I tried. But I won't try because I still know it's there, whether I can see it. But it's buried, so whether I can find it. I know it's there. It, that inner part of me, is weak and broken and confused and lost and scared, and scared; it's scared.
You got close and I got scared.
That part was never meant for you, and it's not for me. I saved it for the One who knows what to do with it, but you, you got real close. I got scared to let you get that close. I gave you power. That wasn't meant for you either. I'm weak and I'm scared, which is why I keep doing this. To myself, to you, to You.
I'm sorry, but I'm weak and broken and confused and lost and scared, and scared...
...I'm scared.
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