Pain is the flower that blooms from the crack in the concrete.
Pain is what enables us to feel. . .
To find beauty in life.
I haven’t flown the heights of joy
before diving the depths of hurt:
Overwhelmed and lost.
But pain won’t last forever.
Beauty will search for any crack it can find
and bloom something wonderful.
Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.
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