Afraid of the Dark

“They were upset.”

“Who?”

“Them.”

I don’t remember upsetting anyone. I would have noticed, you see, because that’s my fear. When you have a beautiful scarred body and you know why you cut yourself; the thought that others may follow the same path is abhorrent.

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A long time ago I decided the best way to protect other people would be to acknowledge my scars. It’s not like they’re fresh wounds: they’re scars. And they tell a story which does me proud.

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Bright sunlight casts strong shadows.

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I don’t think they were hurt by what I’ve done.

I don’t think you can protect people by hiding the truth from them. I think you protect people by telling the truth: switching on the light. They can see for themselves there is nothing to fear.

I’m not afraid of the dark.

 

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