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The Kingdom of Heaven

I thought love would be the gate. 

The key. 

The clean path. 

That once I said yes, the kingdom would open— filled with calm mornings and hands that never trembled when they reached for me.

I believed in a peace that someone else could bring. 

A man. 

A ring. 

A house that smelled like safety.

But heaven is not handed down. 

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