The Chasm's Call: Between Being and Becoming There's such a chasm between who we are and who we long to become. My flesh knows this gap like hunger knows emptiness - a constant ache beneath the ribs, a hollow space that echoes with each heartbeat. I reach across this void until muscles burn and joints crack, but my fingertips grasp only air thin as broken promises. Sacred Demolition: Where Certainty Crumbles to Grace Joseph's story tears...
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