In response to :
https://wp.me/p4hb99-2MJ
I once wore a Padlock around my heart,
heavy as inherited fear.
It clicked shut at small betrayals,
at raised voices, at silence.
Years later, I found the key
not in another’s hands
but growing quietly
inside forgiveness.
Rust fell away.
The door opened
without a sound.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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