There's always questions. First it's always 'why?' that's when you're still not over the denial, and the unfairness sinks in. Next it's blame (I spy with my little eye...)
I can take you through the processes of the human psyche. Or I can tell you how I deal with it. I'd rather the latter. I make no secret of how selfish and unfeeling I am. It's disgusting really.
This is not a safe space, and I have nailed my heart to the back of that boat and it has set to sea. I want it to rot away.
The Way Strangers Laugh
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