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Exposed

There are reasons why certain people are so special and that you can immediately set them apart from the rest. Of course there are the good times; they bring joy, warmth and comfort, but it's also these same people who make you vulnerable/feel vulnerable in many bittersweet ways. It is these few people who can really surprise you with your capacity to allow yourselves to bask in this vulnerability despite knowing the associated risks that may come along. It's like scraping the different epidermal layers of your skin, and exposing them bit by bit until you've arrived at the innermost layer where you are most vulnerable to pathogens. It is with these people you can be completely yourself with and through being comfortable, you gradually expose some flaws, weaknesses, habits, weird tendencies and silly antics along the way. Other people can easily shoot you down, some may leave you, criticize you, bring you down but these people acknowledge and embrace them and perhaps shoot you down as well but they build you back up and through it all, they're still there.

And for that, I cannot be thankful enough.

Somehow, through typing all that, I keep having this song playing in my head the entire time. Not sure of the extent of how it can be related to this entry, but it's an awesome song nonetheless.


Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
than the Sun

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