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This hit. I’ve never seen someone describe that kind of guardedness so exactly.

Mine’s not steel, but something quieter. Built slow, after a few wrong people got too close. I stopped handing out maps too.

That part about the cutout the one shaped like “You” felt too true. I’ve known what it’d take to let someone in. But I’ve also known what it’d cost.

You put words to something I’ve only ever felt as silence. And that alone makes this matter.

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