What if my one true calling was to shepherd you through? To help you see that you are loved beyond all human understanding, and despite every human frailty?
I often question my own dedication, my own determination, whenever I see you paralyzed or feel you floating away. It’s likely that your wild vulnerabilities first beckon my own, only to then commingle. To the point at which it becomes nearly impossible to know which life I am trying to save.
Or which one I am ready to let go.
It’s pointless to think about it all for too long

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