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All those creatures that are me, that build up my mind, heart and soul; my personality, my identity.. In my belief and trust in you, myself and us, they were coming to you and each and every one of them happily dedicated a vital piece of themself to you, laid it inside of your palms, as in the safe and honest process of connecting with you in the unlimited understanding of each other. Even the last one, opened and translucent, brought themself to you. Unafraid, peaceful; for that was what you convinced them all to be, a safe, steadfast, place, a Hiraeth. Even the sceptic, the cynic, and the rationalist, they all surrendered for they in their reason believed the same truth.

And now, you're going about your days, skillfully blocking out and professionally ignoring any feeling, or, God forsake, an apt thought of anything that have transpired between you and me; highly unaware and, for the well and long-trained subconscious defence mechanism, incapable of realising the full extent of what you took from me when you left me that October evening.

You don't even know what you're carrying, the volume of responsibility you took on your shoulders without a proper consideration; as a consideration, though with the purest of good intentions, is many times not properly carried out, often, paradoxically and not, blinded by those very pure intentions.

I'm drowning in desperation, a need of you [and for you] to understand, to unblock, to see, to be brave for once and then again, until the day you disassemble or destroy the mechanism that wards you from living to the full potential of the mind. And afterwards, maybe, you wouldn't have to be afraid of your impulse and your own heart, for then you shall finally understand them. Maybe, then, needn't to fear your heart, you could discover a soul.

And if only you knew how many souls are there, living unseen, for the human fear and a lack of our understanding.

Emily Yvonne, fragments of my mind