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They’re not hard to break into.
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You have mazes outside your walls before I can even reach them,
but I slide through them like straight lines.
Your walls are built so strong, so tall, so thick,
but I get out my grappling hook and climb them.
You’re equipped with traps on the inside,
your self-sabotaging behaviors and your fears manifest themselves
as snake pits, quicksand, and arrows.
You have moats of lava inside waiting for me,
waiting to see if I can handle the heat
but I don’t blister.
Your army of trauma responses and anxiety rushes towards me
as I gently lay them aside.
You’re wrapping your heart in titanium armor now,
so I hold you tight.
Don’t hide any more.
I will be gentle with your soul.
Crown me as yours.
I can fill the lonely throne beside you.
Let me in.