If I have nothing to fear or to be envious of, what is this catching feeling in my heart and my soul. Why can't I just let it go? Words make my emotions beautiful when I write it down and look back but otherwise I am in agony. My emotions are a cruel master and you are my muse. I follow your lead and hope you see me through to the other side or I will drown trying. But I will not say here.
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