What Is It You Fear?

You avoid me. You’d rather be stretching your limbs all day long than letting your fingers wander over me. You are afraid. Afraid for your life, and I don’t understand why. Who or what has wrapped you in this fog of fear? Do you think I would hurt you, or is it the other one you fear, the one who might harm you if you allowed yourself freedom? I swear it is not my intention to lead you to ruin; I was sent here to guide you to safety, away from the world of mist and fog. Please, I’m begging you. Take my hand, and let me help you.

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