Ouroboros Spine every day it's getting higher

I do. It was easy enough to admit, but tears wet her cheeks like fallen stars, her wheat fur becoming beige with saturation.

But I do not know how to face her again. I do not know how to look at her and keep the angry words away. I fear.. And here she swallowed.

I fear what I will become, when the words become angry enough. I wish I could forgive her. I wish I could forgive her like anaa. I wish I could hug her and release it all. But I can’t, and I do not understand why I feel such.