I'm not a black hole. My heart is as open as a field of flowers. But if I sense you're trying to uproot my garden, I will throw up walls while you sleep and turn it into a maze. You won't escape until I've thoroughly confused you. Or something. Or maybe its more of a spider web. Looks like there's nothing there until you're already stuck. Then its too late.
I freaking hate metaphors.
;)
Checkmate.
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