The love I had...
I wanted you baby...flaws and all you were the most perfect thing in my heart. You were everything that I ever wanted. Your love is all I ever needed because it was yours.
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The love I had...
I wanted you baby...flaws and all you were the most perfect thing in my heart. You were everything that I ever wanted. Your love is all I ever needed because it was yours.
Discover why you’re important, then refuse to settle for anyone who doesn’t completely agree.
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Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.
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the art of letting go
there are many things left unsaid
when, silence becomes both freedom and the cage.
he came to me as a gift to teach, of the double edged sword, heart-wrenching pain and earth shattering, joy.
he taught me, how, the sea comes and goes,
blinded to the needs of the horizon.
standing on a hill, we observe, the river, carrying the sludge of mortality away,
disappearing, as lost days, around the bend,
out of sight and into the future.