We aren't complete.
We aren't perfect.
Cracks threaten to swallow us underneath our feet.
Fear for tomorrow, for tomorrow's tomorrow- stalks us. There is no safe moment which we can dwell in. Only appreciation that for this one moment, there is enough, and there is no need to seek for more.
The looks we get.
The whispers of lies and gossip and rumors that taunt what little true is left. By appearance there is love, there is happiness, there is laughter and hugs. But perfection is only a moment where you are satisfied with what you have.
Closed doors hide the biggest struggles of all. It's the only difference between here, and there.
We aren't perfect. But we know how to forgive, start over, and love.
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