Tonight as I retire into familiar walls I cannot help but listen to the stories all around. These walls have witnessed so much, some stolen kisses and secret glances....they have even heard some whispered secrets! Most importantly they have seen my anguish, the pain and the hurt in which I have spent nights shedding tears not of defeat but of helplessness. I hugged them just to say thanks for being there.

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