Anger, pain, regret, fear--their takeover can be so consuming and draining that it's all I'm allowed to see even when reaching outward.

It can snuff out the hope and love I see others trying to project towards me. It has the power to convince me that I should know nothing else. It takes me deeper and deeper...and I just let it. There's almost a twisted sort of comfort in its embrace. I've let it become a familiar enough presence that I allow myself to trust and be controlled. Selfishly consumed.

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