The walls, sometimes fragile, of our self-love become wrinkled, conjured into a new universe where awareness is no longer an option but a fact. Our values, our limits, the respect we have for ourselves, now shaken, disappointment covers our soul like an unbreakable frost, energy draining.
What to do? What if they stopped loving me?
What do you hear when the earth falls silent, when the green whispers beneath your feet?
I hear the echo of the fractures, the cracks that tell the story of self-love, broken and then stitched back together by the hands of resilience and time.
I suffered, I fell, I healed, I got up, I said goodbye, and I found myself again.
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