I had that dream again, the one where I kneel before you and make overtures. I awoke, confronted by my fear of intimacy, my shunning of it in pursuit of a more o it. Each day I’m more afraid than the last that I’m losing you. You will have to push me because I’m a whirlwind of dissonance.
Dissonance
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I relate to the feeling of dissonance. Good writing
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Horrible feeling, I can attest. Thanks. This one was more of a release
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Yeah. I get you
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Yep. In a bit of spot
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