Before you ….
I do not like to think about that time.
The lack of touch.
Spirit withdrawing into a protective shell.
It was a mix of intentional
and unintentional.
Frugal courage.
The emotional safety of a small life.
The joy of no expectations but my own.
Self-set boundaries.
But the death of sharing took a toll.
That was my only self-inflicted wound.
The other scars
explain why I lived this way for so long.
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