I wouldn't know a day without the taste of my own blood. I'm the worlds worst shaver. More scars than accomplishments on this s(h)elf. Carrying the burdens of my parents because I could never find out who I really am. And now that I'm giving it a try, I don't like what I see. Normalcy is not a word that grazes my lips nor paces through my life. Turned away from Camelot. I have permanent prints of my hands on my face from all the times they've rested their.
I can't take me anymore... and I can't take you anywhere.
"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."
-c.s. lewis
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