The cracks beneath the patio

This house was never a home, was never where I could belong. But the divine duty was that I mend what broke me, here, before I move on to my own. That I shed my skin and fill the void with my love.

Not everything hurtful is harmful. There certainly is much harm we entertain because it serves us. And much unnecessary hurt we inflict because the truth inconveniences us.

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