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Every month I run far away.
From everyone and everything.
Race into the flourishing, dark woods of my mind where I let her go, my inner, starving wolf.
It hurts to feel how she so easily tears apart the beautiful fragile facade I carefully build over days and weeks for all eyes to see. It pains me to face her, my true reflection. But she has been kept inside for too long, wanting to howl, and to claw, and to eat. She needs her freedom, and I need to feel like myself again. It's a ritual.
Every moon calls for me.
Every moon I run away to face it.