Compassion held me back. She was nice and caring, of course. She was not very loud and lived most days far away as a hermit, but on special occasions she would come out and visit the people around me. She would come and go as she pleased on her brief visits in town, but her presence was always special nonetheless. She would gently remind me about Feelings, which would frequently run away and hide when Compassion left, and she would urge me to find Feelings time after time. She worked with me so I would be vulnerably soft, weak, and exposed.
Compassion held me back. She held me back from who I really wanted to be with: Reality. Reality was rough around the edges, but I liked how raw and blunt his personality was. I enjoyed the danger that he brought with him, and I didn't mind the harshness that would come out of him in random tantrums. But Compassion limited my relationship with Reality by muting my time with him. She made it hard to respond to Reality, and she kept stopping me from telling him what I truly wanted to say.
Compassion held me back. It did not take me long to realize that Compassion and Reality could not coexist. Compassion did not stand a chance against Reality. She died hard. I couldn't help but feel relieved when I saw Compassion dead on the floor with Reality standing over her with a bloody knife. You see, if Compassion kept on living, I wouldn't have been able to live fully with Reality. Without Compassion, I can be who I am destined to be with Reality. Compassion held me back.
Compassion held me back. She held me back from who I really wanted to be with: Reality. Reality was rough around the edges, but I liked how raw and blunt his personality was. I enjoyed the danger that he brought with him, and I didn't mind the harshness that would come out of him in random tantrums. But Compassion limited my relationship with Reality by muting my time with him. She made it hard to respond to Reality, and she kept stopping me from telling him what I truly wanted to say.
Compassion held me back. It did not take me long to realize that Compassion and Reality could not coexist. Compassion did not stand a chance against Reality. She died hard. I couldn't help but feel relieved when I saw Compassion dead on the floor with Reality standing over her with a bloody knife. You see, if Compassion kept on living, I wouldn't have been able to live fully with Reality. Without Compassion, I can be who I am destined to be with Reality. Compassion held me back.

