11. Consequences

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Your lucky you don't know my mind
My past
My present
Or my demons

You say you pay a price being friends with me. And that price is curiosity.
"How could someone so perfect hate themself so much? And how could someone known for helping mend broken hearts and repair shattered people, possibly ignore their own pain?"

But the price you pay for knowing is being showed a universe of darkness that you can't fix.

You may not see it yet, but trust me . . . I'm saving you. I'm saving you from hours spent sitting in bed trying to find a way to fix me. I know because I was in that position. So here's my advice. Listen well and heed my words. Stop thinking about it, it's not something to be dwelled on anyway.

Curiosity is a small price to pay compared to helplessness.

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