I have never been so afraid of losing people, of the things that have become cherished about them.
Dreading some kind of pattern.
And I am at an impasse. Conflict of flight and fight.
I'm not sure how to even begin dealing with that when I am so stricken... Struck dumb, like a deer in the headlights
Regardless of reflex some things just keep barreling on. Futile, perhaps.
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