The sun barely shone through the window this morning. My craving for coffee was great. I listened and thought long. I reached into the innermosts for somehow to express what is in my head right now. What to say? What to say? I think what I want to say is that we all have been hurt. What we do with the hurt makes us or breaks us. Some of us become teachers, learning from our sadness, and caring the weight and being stronger for it. Others wear the hurt like a suit of armor and never take it off again. My armor is being shed. I feel good again.
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