My heart and soul have many doors—
some good, some painful, some bad.
One room holds the love of our life. When hurt, it seeps through every door like silent smoke. The waterfalls inside me carry tears, pain dismissed—and clean water for my soul.Love conquers comfort. When your hands shake, love takes the wheel; I can't drive the bus alone.Everybody has waves. You just need to ride the surfboard together.Only God is perfect One half trembles, the other shelters;
one loses breath, the other brings calm.
Together, become one hundred.
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