The paintings weren’t betrayal.
They were truth — raw, uncomfortable, unfinished.
And for the first time in decades, I understood that keeping my doors locked hadn’t protected me at all.
It had only kept me alone.
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The paintings weren’t betrayal.
They were truth — raw, uncomfortable, unfinished.
And for the first time in decades, I understood that keeping my doors locked hadn’t protected me at all.
It had only kept me alone.
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