Weird, strange, different, twisted, masked, lonely, raw...you are just right. Perfect. Loved.
I know I love you...each of you. And that I have picked you because I feel the same fears and aches. It is hard to believe that each of you, each perfect you, could love me as I love you. Yet, when I think on it, I know it is true. That you love the things in me that I see as ugly and alienating in me and beautiful and alluring in you.
YSBS (# 1999)
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Adams Rubble: So you attempted the Play as Being exercise “You See Being
Sees” again***: Yes, this time I imagined Being being part of me and
looking out. ...
5 days ago