cͭhͪaͤᵖlͦlͥˢeͦᶰnͭgͬeͤᵉ They say the passage of time will heal all wounds, but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut and the more difficult the process to become whole again. The pain may fade, but scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the more resol ꁴꏂꋊ꒯ꋬꌦꋬ ved never to be wounded again. So as time moves along we get lost in distractions, act ꉔꁝꋬ꒒꒒ꏂꋊꍌꏂ out in frustration, react with aggression, give in to anger, and all the while we plot and ⭑⭑ 2̖̈́4̖̈́/̖̈́0̖̈́2̖̈́/̖̈́2̖̈́0̖̈́2̖̈́2̖̈́ ⭑⭑ plan as we wait to grow stronger, and before we know it, the time passes. We are heal ed. Ready to begin anew.
❝I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole, In the morning glad I see, My foe outstretched beneath the tree.❞ William Blake
❝There are so many great things in life; why dwell on negativity?❞ ⸻ Zendaya Maree Stoermer Coleman
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