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[vandrendehare]

 Have you ever written something so toxic with despair that you could neither share it nor delete it?

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[asakiyume]

I've written things that have been the first but never the second. Is it that it hangs onto you and won't let you go, now that you've committed it to paper/pixels?

[vandrendehare]

Yes. I called up something that I don't dare put down.

[asakiyume]

You need to call on stronger powers to come to your aid. All the angels and saints, the small gods of the hedgerows, the grumpy men at the corner store, the young parents with running strollers, the kids sticking their hands out of bus windows, the squirrels dragging newspapers to their nests, the sparrows picking at old popcorn--all these.

We/they will build a wall between you and it. It can't have you.

[vandrendehare]

Thank you. It's nothing I can separate myself from, I will grow to endure it, but for the moment, it was too dark to share and too heavy to comfortably bear.

[sovay]

Have you ever written something so toxic with despair that you could neither share it nor delete it?

No, because I don't delete things I've written no matter what. I've written things I don't feel comfortable sharing and I've written things, after some thinking, I've shared anyway.

*hugs*

[vandrendehare]

*hugs*

I am used to destroying things I cannot share as exorcism, but this time, that seems closed off. At least for now.

[shira]

Oh yeah.