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the gate

There are no window to let light shine in a tower of sorrow built from loneness’s heartbreak you say to me,
But just because I’m alone doesn’t make me lonely.
Just like in death a heart can decay into nothing but the remains of ash and dust
From a pinch of distrust
You shouldn’t look for safety from another
You shouldn’t look for self-worth from others
Show your courage
Only then can bravery flourish
Once you comfortable being alone you can truly discover yourself, on you own because the cruelest cruelties a human can do
Is tell the false words of I love you
3 word have overtime evolved into nothingness
One word that can me everything or nothing sometime less
Is sometimes worst then the words we gasp in anger at.
One word can make eyes bright up and shine brighter than the stars but can make the heart matte
A wall built from loneliness is on a wall crumbling from inside weight of the dying heart and the piercing ring of the word said too late
But a wall built from self-love and self-respect is no wall but a gate, allowing a flow to come and go, but keeping the inside safe. Self-love is more important the love itself, remember to be a gate.

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Larry Ran

Hi Tori,

"Love Thyself".  You are so right on.  Protect yourself at all times.  Be very careful before you lower the gate to your heart.  Very well written and said Tori.  Welcome to Cosmo!

Peace and Love,

xox Larry

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