You're forgetting a world exists after this.
You're forgetting you'll be able to do nothing.
Bit late to start cocooning me.
Bit fucking late.
And... it is the things that were presented before my eyes in stark truth that I learned from.
Smothering me now will only teach me to cross the road without looking, thinking someone's gonna pull my hand back if I'm in trouble.
No one is gonna pull in reality.
No one.
So, rather than pulling my strings, be there for when they are cut, and I am lost.
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