In my defense…I was left unsupervised.
my lovelies
please do not let your struggle become your identity
you are so much more than your
pain sorrow trauma fear
there is such vibrant vitality
within each of your souls
do not be defined nor boxed within the confines
of your past
you are more than just a sad story
you are a psalm
you are poetry
In my defense...I was left unsupervised.
Just for a laugh
In my defense...I was left unsupervised.
In my defense...I was left unsupervised.
Like Mother Teresa, only better.
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