Love, I am sorry that when I abandon myself, I tend to abandon you, too.
I am sorry that whenever I detach myself from the world, I tend to detach from you, too.
I am sorry that I needed time to heal myself without including you.
I don't want you to hurt with me. I don't want you to suffer with me. Because this is the burden I shall only carry myself. A pain I shall bear on my own.
So love, if I ever happened to fail saving myself, I, atleast, was able to save you.
vii: “the breaking”
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ataraxis
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