all of the above being true, last night you shredded apart all of what was left in and of me to give to people outside my family. I understand your slipping, and self-destructing because you're scared. You've never felt real love, never had real friends, never been a person to be able to rely on outside help - and you feel it's better to destroy that which you fear before it can destroy you.
But you seem to be giving me less credit these days than I am due. We are all human and make mistakes, you are no exception.
You beg me to return your soul, yet you ever only want to forsake it. One day, I will give it back (of that I promise) but I don't see now as the time. You've gifted me the lion's share of that soul after my ama sacrificed all of herself to claim just a portion back from the pit you traded it to.
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