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Museum Of My Heart

The museum of my heart is full of rooms that describe me but do not define me. Walls painted with joy and pain. Hung with the memories of family and friends and lovers. Floors set with mistakes and successes Ceilings lit with laughter and love. This museum of my heart is not a place of […]

via Museum of my heart — Siren Whispers

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