yesterday, i took a walk through my garden, coating the young blossoms with my precious honey, kissing the newly hatched butterflies with my scarred lips. then, i melted the ice with my fiery breath of rage and betrayal, a stinging pain of what i could've been.
but the heat burnt the flowers too, roses and marigolds turning dust as i screamed and howled and attempted to heal.
that was when i realised.
to heal, i cannot destroy the memories.
i must learn to live with them.
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