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If you’re wondering if I’m okay, I’m not. But we can pretend everything is good, we can act as if the darkness of heart and soul have fled. We only leave behind little messages, little pleas for help that almost never bring it, and then when this urge takes us, we can curl in the warm arms of blankets, and begin pretending again. All is an act, all is a mess of half-truths and outward sunshine. Eventually, we fade, not knowing what is true or what is false anymore, what is is safe and what is risky. We cover the light we have, and when it finally shines, it is a passing moment. If one day I disappear, you’ll know what has happened.