i cautiously returned to ehf-bhee today. it still — honestly, earnestly — hurts to remember why i deactivated my accounts in the first place. but i did it anyway because the questions from friends and family were a bit too uncomfortable to handle. “bakeeet? what’s the story behind that?” or “i don’t like you! you unfriended me!” no, no, i didn’t… i just withdrew into my shell.
and deep in this strange, cavernous heart of mine, i just wanted to curl up and weep.
(In photo: SR embraces the icon of the Humanities for comfort, solace, security)
how can you be mine and i yours if you are the very source of what maims me? 😥
Always Svelte Rogue 
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