My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.
If Oak is masked, I am a face with the skin ripped off. O er and over I have told myself that I eed to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked.
— Nov 25, 2025 05:43AM
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