Between the lines are written words weighing a ton per letter. If you know me then my excitement of love letters, rain, rocks, mountains, rainbows, flowers and the sea are of no surprise to you. I call these things that I love thin lines, like the horizons that catch our eyes when we are captured by something beautiful. I have found a place to nestle into within a thin line that I am soon to call home and I will be rewarded with an epitaph of serenity. A place will fill the void left by pain. We all need to find that which will make us whole again regardless of how long it will take. Shadows of my past will always hover over me and I will continue to be mesmerized by the thin lines that warm my soul. I am going to attempt to grow a new heart from a seed that will germinate into a suit of armor wrapped around a heart of unbreakable stone. Today I fight the urge to make poor decisions based on this excruciating pain that lingers past eternity. We all suffer from this in our own way and remedy it in our own way as well.
Goodnight
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