[ he wants to be there— but he can already feel the bubbling, the enticement for his words to pour out differently from his tongue, from softness and comfort to a sharp sting on top of shame that already hurts. at least from here he could think enough to delay anything said without thought, hurtful things— that's what he was afraid of. ]
we don't deserve anything that happened if it worked the way you're saying it does because you made a mistake i deserve a lot of things
[ he knows he doesn't deserve it— but he does feel guilt always swell at the back of his throat when he thought about it. it might never go away, but it was the drive to do better that made him feel like he was making a difference, somewhere. ]
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[ he wants to be there— but he can already feel the bubbling, the enticement for his words to pour out differently from his tongue, from softness and comfort to a sharp sting on top of shame that already hurts. at least from here he could think enough to delay anything said without thought, hurtful things— that's what he was afraid of. ]
we don't deserve anything that happened
if it worked the way you're saying it does
because you made a mistake
i deserve a lot of things
[ he knows he doesn't deserve it— but he does feel guilt always swell at the back of his throat when he thought about it. it might never go away, but it was the drive to do better that made him feel like he was making a difference, somewhere. ]