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Dec 2019
A firm hand gently rests my shoulder I close my eyes in comfort

Relaxation fills my chest as I exhale.

Stop. His hand once did that

A look is shared, indicating mutual content and security

Stop. He once made me feel that.

His voice and charm made me feel so valued and precious.

Stop. He once tricked me too.Β Β 

Sometimes it’s okay not to trust whole heartedly. Anyone can be capable of providing comfort.
Written by
Sam Harris
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