It is liberating, and also frightening, how much strength I could have. I can be incredibly strong if I choose to, but I don't know how much of that is real. I stop pretending for a moment and indulge in being weak. Weakness is altogether comforting. I don't really need strength and find answers right away. For a reasonable amount of time, I just need comfort -- from someone. Anyone. While this is a tad too taxing for others to give, the truth is, it's the only thing.
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