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I push people away.

As soon as someone unveils a piece of me that has been hidden for too long, an alarm sets off inside of me, telling me, it's time to build another, stronger barricade.
And run as far away as possible from that person.

I seem to torture myself in a twisted way - loneliness cuts deep wounds, but I don't want anybody to heal them.
And then... He comes to save me. And I suddenly want to be saved. And he tries his best. And he almost succeeds.
And then... I shut myself in. And he leaves.

And I'm alone again.