Note to self


I used to let you rot in the back of my mind. Kept you
locked away from the beauty of my ideals. I starved you
of attention while your presence left subtle marks on my
skin. I starved you of love and your cravings infected my
thoughts from within.

I've let you down so many times. Thinking I was too good
for what you had become. Punishing you for the things you
could have done. And by demonizing your essence, I failed
to recognize the bullets you took for me when we stood in
the midst of the fire.

My mind is now a cradle. Your tantrums have turned into
tears. I see you now, I'll free you now, from the chains of
my contempt. I'll shelter you from stormy thoughts, until
the sky is clear. Until the madness ends.
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