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When people come knocking, I let her lead me away from the door, let her stow us away in the safety of my bedroom so I will never have to answer it.
"It's better this way," she assures me. "Here, we'll be okay."
I nod, convinced.
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"It's okay - you don't have to eat."
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"It's okay - your skin is a canvas for emotion. Let yourself remember each mark, each stroke of your paintbrush, in these wounds."
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"It's okay - just give up."
And I can't think of a good reason not to.
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Drifter
ContoThere is no greater predator than the human mind. *** A series of conversations between a person and a manifestation of her psychological demons. *#790 in short story 11/02/17*