hedges grown in my mind nor to the tumour hiding in my soul.
what our parents did to us, the times we were starved of love, joy, affection and embraces, we seem to do to each other, unwilling to recognize it.
but fate forces us to see the terrible truth.
there appears to be no escape which does not mean that there are no other ways. we just cannot find them easily as we are too busy to run for repair.
is it possible?
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