Years became decades, empty steps on empty roads searching for her lost self, tear-filled breakdowns on a loop turning backwards, checking unwelcoming doors that refused to help. Doors became barriers, each voice on the other side new hatreds to endure, never was her true self waiting in any distant place, but instead leading her to her true self's reflecting threshold. ©September 2015, March 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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