Not all monsters live in books, not all boogeymen hide in closets, they often walk among us unnoticed in the guise of a human. They wear innocent faces, speaking sweet words, spinning tales, and creating glorious illusions. They can destroy worlds, leaving devastation in their wake, all without a moment of guilt.
   If you manage to survive long enough to look back at the desolation that your life has become, you ask yourself, how did I allow this to happen? The answer is because it starts off small. Like someone testing the waters, they don't just dive in, but slowly probe the limits, getting a feel for the currents and the underlying wakes. It is slow and insidious, covered with apologies and flowers, blinding in subtle shifts, easy to dismiss, and binding in the whispered guilt of,...

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