Interesting and random: my mother's nickname is Glorious.
I remember a time and place where I knew happiness and love. I was accepted for me, unconditionally.
I long for those things again, but the Glory days also left their scars.
I am no longer open. I allow the holes to be filled in the moments they need to be filled; no more no less.
I am not a fool, but know how to wear the fool's mask well.
It ends here so change can begin
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