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You always said you knew me so well; better than I knew myself. You'd tell me all about me: what I wanted, how I felt. I'd do just what you told me; you'd say I sinned, so I confessed. Because of course it's true— it came from you, and you always know best. You always said you were protecting me, sheltering me, keeping me safe. And I needed to be safe it's true, but that's not what you'd do. I needed to be safe— still do— but I wasn't safe with you. But it made me stronger, right? These scars that I'll have all my life, the trauma that I've been through, is what will get me through the rest of it... So, thanks I guess. I was a child. I didn't need to be strong, I needed to be safe. But that's not how the cookie crumbles, not how you played the game.