I can see the light, sometimes, but I can’t reach it.
It seems so close some days.
I become filled with such optimism knowing that soon I’ll be able to stretch my hand out and grab it.
And other days, like today, the light disappears.
Fiercely. Intentionally.
By someone’s hand.
The same someone who was supposed to be helping me reach the light.
The same someone who I trusted with my heart.
The same someone who told me he’d protect me.
That same someone just destroyed me …
again.
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