I constantly go back and forth between being my true, authentic self and letting others in. I dwell on the fact that life is brief, and each exhale or inhale could be the last.
Then on the other hand, I feel myself crawling towards that safe, dark closet of mine that has held the secret for 30 years.
There are instances where I feel bold, I feel empowered, then I cower and fall back into the arms of the half-truth that has held me.
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