You destroyed eight years of privacy. For eight years this was my home. Never would I think my most honest words would be used against me. I put my most precious words here in my home, against this black backdrop.
She opens my doors, and words pour out from the dark. They spring forward from the cold dark corners where I left them towards the warmth of the fire in my heart. The tiny flame that finally began to shine so brightly against the dark of my home has been exposed to the light of my greatest fear. Now our flame appears less impressive, yet still it burns. Why?
The lights are on. Exposed, my words and I are naked. Luckily I am proud of my body, of work.
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