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l, I’m sorry you feel that way.</p><p id="6ca0">As if that could pass for an apology.</p><p id="0237">Enough. I swipe at the rivulets, smearing them under my eyes like war paint as I lift the corner and let one of the buried sneak out.</p><p id="6968">It strikes you first, but you turn it upon me. I see how this will go.</p><p id="be2d">I can take it. My armor is stronger now than it was before.</p><p id="8833">One by one I fight off the attacks that you couldn’t hold, just as I’ve always done.</p><p id="3f28">Today is different, though. Today is new. Today, like it or not, the demons are coming out.</p><p id="0f7e">I will fight them all by myself if I must, but it goes much faster with two.</p><div id="2640" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-can-only-be-responsible-for-my-own-choices-d93fcab8b303">

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Repress

No, I will not let it go, ignore it, sweep it away.

The rug is already so bumpy, thrown over years of words left unsaid, deeds left undone, hurts left unaccounted for.

I trip and bloody my face as I try to navigate the endless and undulating landscape of our living room to reach some kind of peace, a world where our realities aren’t so far apart that they could never meet.

What is that? you ask. I’m bleeding, I say. Well, I’m sorry you feel that way.

As if that could pass for an apology.

Enough. I swipe at the rivulets, smearing them under my eyes like war paint as I lift the corner and let one of the buried sneak out.

It strikes you first, but you turn it upon me. I see how this will go.

I can take it. My armor is stronger now than it was before.

One by one I fight off the attacks that you couldn’t hold, just as I’ve always done.

Today is different, though. Today is new. Today, like it or not, the demons are coming out.

I will fight them all by myself if I must, but it goes much faster with two.

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