"I have to say this because I know you won't."

I won't. Because I don't want to say it. I don't want to tell you the truth. I don't want to cut your feet on my little truths like blades of grass swaying in a cold breeze, so don't walk any closer. The truths of my self. I don't want to show you, and I don't want to look. To turn around and look myself in the eye and see a screaming, dirty, unorganized mess with no purpose and no direction. A coward. A girl with cold blood, looking for someone else's sun to bask in. A lizard. A slinky, scaly, green lizard.

But it's time I do. It's time I accept the lizard I am and find out how to work with that, and turn it into something I can be as proud of as this fictional personality that I wear on the outside.

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