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in my confusion and doubt. You brought form to what was once shapeless and inexpressible in my heart. You proved to be so much more than I expected you to be. Maybe I kept you too close to my heart. So when it was time to let go I couldn’t. |
losing it’s leaves while the thornes remain. Not as beautiful but still something is left. I’ve learned the value of lies of the thornes of the less beautiful; it has kept me alive - like that rose in the winter… something is left. Something obviously damaging. Not hiding behind a withering beauty. Beauty never lasts. Fear it. Trust the obvious. |
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