4d
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Like a child running to his mother in tears,
seeking warmth in her arms,
only to be silenced with a slap.
That is the ache of being let down,
right where you thought safety lived.
⛓️💥
Like a child running to his mother in tears,
seeking warmth in her arms,
only to be silenced with a slap.
That is the ache of being let down,
right where you thought safety lived.
⛓️💥
Some wounds don’t bleed , they echo in places we thought were safe.
