. Take a thousand years off my shoulders Up, out and off of my soul so that I can do and be exactly who I want and am. Peel back the paint, the layers of a million odd moments so that I too can be free. If freedom is to choose without guilt or … Continue reading
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To fade or to bloom
It is at the in between stages that we are most vulnerable. Unable to distinguish if we are ripe to bloom or fading with each day. Continue reading