I know every few days I let the “Evil Leks” take to the keyboard with her dark expressions and “pity party” rants. Sometimes I wish I could lock her in a closet so I could breathe, just for a day, with that voice reminding me just what my true worth is.

Por ejemplo. Today, Evil Leks (We’ll call her EL to simplify) wants to curl the shadows around our shoulders in an embrace of solitude. She sings softly in my ear the melodies of forever dark. She reminds  me that I am not worthy of friends that care. She regales me of all the embarrassments that I’ve caused. She tells me that I can never be worth love unconditional. She scrapes the words of my darkest desires on this tattooed tattered body.

I just want to breathe.

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