“The caterpillar thought the world was over until it became a butterfly.” Unknown
Two roads diverge within—not wood, but heart.
And though I took the one that played the part,
The other path, unseen, still whispers low.
Of ourselves, we hide, where shadows softly flow.
We wear these masks of smiles and borrowed grace.
An…
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