Sometimes I can't fathom a functional relationship because it feels like constantly, I land on an a island that's less than exciting. I was taught to divide the load, Mt. Khosmos is cold, and I froze when I was supposed to be on my toes. Now we come to blows. And even though my love cannot be told, I feel like I'm burdened to carry the bulk of the load, and to ward off foes, although I'm tired I do not fold. The divines know. I feel I'm being taken advantage of. My resilience is infringed upon, and I feel stranded like a vagabond, shaky is the ground I stand up on. I called upon the divines to lay a hand on us, the damage is done. The flower has no sunlight to grow upon. Wary of the serpent that lurks with them, tongue tied when speaking forbidden tongues, one day see what hid in him... The birth of knowledge begins again.
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