half whole.

Slowly, rising from the ashes of a love incinerated by tears, I will become whole.

The instrument that played a violent melody on my soul, my pain, will become my most compassionate teacher.

My heart, something I perceived as an enemy, will become my temple…

My ground zero.

I am not weak.
I never was.
I never will be.

I am everything I was supposed to be.

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