Beneath the rain, I learned that not every wound comes to be healed. Some simply settle between the bones and memories, becoming a lingering cold that never truly leaves.
Amidst the cold that never seems to fade, someone eventually finds a place to rest. Not a place that promises to erase every wound, but a quiet little space warm enough to make them finally stop running.
I, @username, long to fulfill the love I deserve, joining @phuwinside in becoming a dwelling so warm, it feels like a home for wandering hearts.
Even the burdens that had long rested silently upon your heart seemed to dissolve when you found souls willing to reach their hands toward you.
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