I feel like I'm living in two separate worlds... The first--the "real" world--is where some know my face, my name, and some generic facts about me... The second--my world--is where I actually live. Things here are quiet, safe, dark, and yes...lonely. The walls that I've built to protect my world are strong and high. Yes, they do well at keeping me safe (most of the time), but they also keep me alone. At times, my world is a refuge, and at times, it is a prison. It is a "double-edged sword", so to speak. It seems I can only interact with other humans beings in the "real" world... Yet, my world is where I exist as the real me... I ache for another human being to "get" me and understand why I a
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