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| Tatty Soup |
“Some doors are best
left closed,” he said, when he got back home.
She became angry at
him because she thought it was better to clarify things, to talk about what was
not right, to be honest. It was easy to get trapped in routines and entangled in
the petty little every-day-life bickering.
“To grow above that,
we cannot open all doors,” he replied.
She tried to
understand, but she couldn’t… Unspoken, muddled half-truths broke her heart.
He walked away. “I’m
right,” he thought, only to become so lonely in his fake righteousness.
She stayed, alone,
behind a closed door.
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