the rejection.
the hurt behind her smile.
the emotional turmoil.
the pain beneath his laughter.
the tears that soak the pillow.
Behind their masks are painful wounds...
some fresh.
some scarred over.
some painfully tender.
some almost forgotten.
No matter. . .
how hard the laugh,
how bright the smile,
how chirpy the greeting,
every heart has its aching wounds.
We should thus treat those around us. . .
with gentleness.
with kindess.
with patience.
with tenderness
with love.
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