Sometimes I wonder if my loneliness is self-imposed. I smile, joke and laugh...but my guard is never really down. I've been hurt by people whose job it was to love and protect me, but is that really any justification for locking myself away from happiness? Is it because I know that sometimes what looks like joy can cut like a dagger?
Maybe I should welcome the pain the cuts will bring. At least then, I'll know I'm still alive.
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