It hurts to see you cornered. I am here. My presence there is the door I keep open. I do not make you see this.
It hurts that you'll come here to read and not talk. You're dishing yourself pain, unnecesarily.
Even though it might seem so difficult, it's not. Just do it and talk.
All of it hurts when it is left to fester.
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