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I'm writing to connect with you; to remind myself of the ultimate "other" and the primary need to love that other with all my heart. I have been selfish lately and closed up. I am afraid. I haven't wanted to share myself because I have been raw with fear. Raw, like ground up meat. My own personal grinder is everything that I have ever been afraid of, and its blades are sharp, not like the kind sleek cut of a razor, but sharp like needle-nosed pliers, biting off tiny pieces of flesh pinch after pinch.