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I know this road.


I know this road.


I have cut my feet,

blistered and bled,

on this dangerous terrain

too many times before.


I know

the games you play,

the lies you tell,

the secrets you hide,

I know them all too well.


I do not blame you.

I never have.

But I fear you.


I fear

the absence

of the person

I love,

and the return

of the monster

you become.


I have spent

far too long

silent,

hiding,

cowering

from this you.


I have

picked you up

and put you back together,

kept your secrets

and concealed your sins,

calmed your anger

and accepted your blame,

more times

than you even know.


I know this road,

I know its pain,

and I will not follow

this path again.


So if you choose

to pursue this journey,

you do so alone.


Because I cannot

carry us both.

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