The veil lifted.... A tortured conscious revealed. Regardless of resolve, the scars testify the depth to which the passion penetrated leaving behind an engraved mark, time will never heal. Buried memories climb to the surface, a vivid reminder of times not forgotten but covered by a falsetto melody of pleasant passings and urgent reminders that reality has nothing to do with the dreams of youth or the ideas by which fairytail stories are rendered. The slightest fracture on the perfectly mortared wall reveals the smallest weakness not visable to the naked eye. So come as you are, broken and scarred, lift up your heart, prepared to be healed by a perfect God.
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