That kind of sadness just takes time

I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close,remembering that each of us lie good and bad,light and dark,art and pain,choice and regret,cruelty and sacrifice. We are each of us our own chiaroscuro,our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid,something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

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Sometimes you are the worst enemy to yourself.