That one line...the one where he says "ogres are like onions"
Does that make me an onion? 'Cuz I really have to empathize with that statement.
So many pieces of me spread across so many layers, peeling away in some places and whole in others.
And my deepest layers...those are well hidden. They scare even me. I accept them, they are part of me, but not something I want anyone to witness.
I can feel it bubbling, burning like the core of the Earth. Maybe one day there will be a volcano, and then where will they be?
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Nov 15, 2011