\u00a0<\/p>\n
It is quiet.<\/p>\n
It is calm.<\/p>\n
It is clean.<\/p>\n
It is orderly.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
A feast for the eyes.<\/p>\n
A pleasure for the senses.<\/p>\n
A lovely aroma.<\/p>\n
A delight for the soul.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Is it the real deal? I wonder.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
I scratch the surface.<\/p>\n
I look into the closet.<\/p>\n
I peek under the rug.<\/p>\n
I perceive double standards.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Is this perfection a mere veneer? I wonder.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
I think the tranquil atmosphere is deceptive.<\/p>\n
It is the calm before the storm.<\/p>\n
It is darkest before dawn.<\/p>\n
The deepest wounds are numb.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let it explode.<\/p>\n
Let out the captive mind.<\/p>\n
Let the skeletons fall out of the closet.<\/p>\n
Let the abscess burst from the dormant wound.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
The only way out is through the dreaded pathway.<\/p>\n
The only way to heal is to confront the pain in its gruesome glory.<\/p>\n
The only way to thrive is to face the storm head-on.<\/p>\n
The only way up is moving forward a step at a time.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rebuild again.<\/p>\n
Keep it real.<\/p>\n
It may not be perfect.<\/p>\n
It is authentic and alive.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
So, let the hurricane ravage in all its majesty.<\/p>\n
Fear not for you will rise again.<\/p>\n
You will come out better and stronger.<\/p>\n
You have grown through your pain.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n
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\u00a0 It is quiet. It is calm. It is clean. It is orderly. \u00a0 A feast for the eyes. A pleasure for the senses. A lovely aroma. A delight for the soul. \u00a0 Is it the real deal? I wonder. \u00a0 I scratch the surface. I look into the closet. I peek under the rug. … <\/p>\n