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There are posts hidden away in draft which will probably never see the light of day. Never be known to anyone but me. Not because the writing is any worse than other things I’ve published. Not because they’re half finished. This blog talks of me but it hides the shades within which I don’t dare scratch the surface of. For I am scared that the surface is all that holds me together, like a thin layer of paint speaking of the ghost of a collapsed inner shell.

The things hidden are true thoughts, raw feelings. Some—they know who they are—have seen some of that written raw across me. Those that tried to find some way to erase are thanked. Others are simply begged. Even this, now, is a mirror to deflect away from truely seeing.

Some things can’t be said.