Life in small bites

What no one tells you is that no one ever loves you like your parents, and no one rounds off the edges of life like they do, cutting off the side crusts of bread, making life more digestible just for you. And that sickness is when you miss and feel the most homesick for affection. And that some part of you always remains stuck back in time while the earth moves around and everyone has forgotten all about the gone one.

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