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If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Melissa Anderson

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From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.
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I’m tired of fighting giants in my head.
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Imagination is lost in reality’s cruelty.
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I take a piece of you with me everywhere I go, so my soul never feels alone, and my heart always feels at home.
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Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.
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I thought I had time until I realized the time had me.
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There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.
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