you realize it’s a locked door that you might fear the most. they sing of a jolly good fellow but we’re disinclined to toast. the way fairy tales were horror so too some memories. you were born for bravery but learned well fawn and freeze. you’re still self-medicating and you know it ain’t a fix. you dream of all the times you should’ve kicked them in the dicks. we’re not wary of their actual strength, but who’s gonna believe. if I learn to wield a weapon can I save myself this grief?

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