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You read that the buds dry faster in cool dark places, so you put my stories in a room built of lies. You filled it with songs that echoed hollow promises. You sealed the windows perfectly, no one on the outside knew. And when the room was ready, you invited another woman to switch off the lights.

What does your journey home cost you?

Think about it, we all say people are complicated but the heart needs something as simple as someone looking forward to your arrival. And isn’t home perpetually waiting for you to come back?

Thoughts : when liberty finally kissed lady justice

“None of us got a personal hand written letter from God requesting us to make decisions about man and woman. And if you did, contact me, I know a psychiatrist. She’s actually really good at what she does.”