A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.

Lock.

I'm sorry that I keep you in a box. You have never seen the light that you need to grow and flourish into something better than you are now.

I took

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my tiny girl and hid you away without a real reason.

I am afraid of you, and what you can cause, not because it is your fault, but because I am ashamed to have ever hidden you in that box.

-I am not ready to heal you yet, I'm sorry.