I see you…

The real you. Hiding behind a veil of self-loathing and loss. Your soul shines bright as a star, through cracks in your mask. 

Your mask…

Full of tales shared and ventured. Well lived and loved. I wonder what you’d be like if you took it off and crushed it in all your glorious angst. Angst that is turned inward and relished. Guilt? The love of a life, long lost and mourned for an eternity. The guilt keeps you in your yearning and stops you from living. 

Come. Come and live with us and leave your dark, cramped womb of  regret. 

We need your glorious light to shine for us. All of us. 

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