Many a times, felt completely damaged beyond repair. As if the brief moments when I thought I cared were nothing more than a pain and could never hide the despair.
But there are still those moments that let me know this heart of mine is indeed alive, When it feels more than just what’s necessary to simply breath and survive.
Sometimes these moments cause as much pain as joy inside. And make me wonder if it was wise to share the things that I confide.
But I’ll never regret a single time I’ve opened up and tried because I’d rather stand in a storm than be afraid to go outside.
/loverhater…
👍 it’s just the comfort that matters, no, whether to be in a storm or outside
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Wow; that’s beautiful!
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Thanks much😊
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😀
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Well written.
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Thank you
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the more you decide to stand strong , the more hurdles you cross and the more you feel proud about making life better .. good going girl,besides hardships
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🙂
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This is beautiful. Strength can take you places.
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😊thank you
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Very strong line and great ending.
” I’d rather stand in a storm than be afraid to go outside”
Forrest
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😄 thanks much
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you’ve captured that love/hate of self perfectly!
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Hey thanks 😃
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Breath-taking prose. 🙂 Ah! the comfort of things in life. Excellent writing. 🙂
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Thank you friend 😊
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Beautiful
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Thanks 😊
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I’m glad I found this blog!
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Thanks much ☺ friend
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Cool stuff, bro.
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