RECAP
To paraphrase, "My mother Sapphire gave it to me." My Remarks
As in, "So she finally told you about bayo."
When asked, I dishonestly answer, "yes."
As in, "So you're here to kill me for the incident?" When he asks, my eyes get big.
Why would I want to kill you, I mutter.
Clearly, "she didn't give you the full picture."
To elaborate: "Tell me everything."
The truth will eventually stare you in the face.
The reality is eating at you, and realisation is attempting to get through. As it put it, "you're on your own."
It urged me to "stop relying on people so much."
Still, in my own little bubble, I was secure.
My made-up world was too lovely to give up on.
Cement, glue, and a variety of other adhesives were continually added to the mix.
Ignoring and ignoring this internal monologue
I reassured myself, "Inside, it's much safer."
However, I quickly came to a realisation.
