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A Lack

on the outside s/he appears to be altogether sound, with all the proper pieces fastened together in order to keep the whole of his/her personality in tact--- on the outside s/he can smile, laugh, make witty conversation & appear as if with overwhelming joy, s/he could light up a room--- but there is something wrong---has been for quite a long time & of its origin, s/he has no idea (but it is winning). these days there is a lack of ability to get close, a lack of ability to extend oneself out to others in the way that a “friend” might, in the way that one might if they were not hiding anything--- the difference is that s/he has begun to hide it all, s/he has begun to die inside & wants absolutely no one to know. doctors may talk of “attachment issues,” but this doesn’t help the present--- for doctors do not walk in the shoes of the suffering, doctors do not know the experiences in one person’s life, they only read about them & even those who have had their own individual experiences cannot compare them to all whom they meet, attempting to fix the world, one broken, fading, wreck of a life, after another.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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