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It was the look upon my face she said. Was I being that transparent? Had I let my guard down? My strength was a thing I’d worn proudly into every battle I’d ever been in and no one ever knew the scars I bore.
I looked closely at the armor I had been wearing and I realized it was pretend, all of it. I had made it in my youth and I just kept putting layers of denial over it until it felt strong enough to be unbendable. I’d missed the cracks.
Holding it up to the Light I realized how vulnerable I was. My armor was crumbling. It was time to seek a new armor. A few friends were kind enough to point me in the right direction of where I’d find such battle gear. In my weak state I’d need their help to make the trip.