There are things in my life I try to protect other people from. Things that I am, things that have happened to me, I try to bury them deep inside myself for everyone’s good. But it’s terrible for me. I’m not so sure it’s good for the people I’m protecting either. They are robbed of the chance to grow and to learn more about love whether or not they would take the opportunity. So many of my relationships are stale beyond eating because the parts of me serving that are long dead.
Normally I’m a real cheerleader for mitigating the consequences of past mistakes, but perhaps it’s better to knuckle through them.
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