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Everyone is going to hurt me.
No one will protect me.
Because I don't deserve protection.
Overarching statements.
Generalizations.
Yet I react as if they are cold, hard truth.
I'm sitting awake tonight. Again. For the tenth or eleventh time in two weeks. For perhaps the thirtieth time in six weeks. I can't relax, I can't sleep, and I can't see the world as a safe place.
My door here doesn't lock.
But the doors of my mind won't open.
Everyone is going to hurt me.
Please.
Prove me wrong.
I'm sitting awake tonight. Again. For the tenth or eleventh time in two weeks. For perhaps the thirtieth time in six weeks. I can't relax, I can't sleep, and I can't see the world as a safe place.
My door here doesn't lock.
But the doors of my mind won't open.
Everyone is going to hurt me.
Please.
Prove me wrong.
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