How are you different from anyone I have known? Why do you walk around carrying a box wondering how you should fold me so I may fit in it? Perhaps you want to trim my wings for they have grown a tongue of their own. Why can’t I be just good enough the way I am, somedays a valley some days a ray of sunlight…
Why must you too put me in a box?
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Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I speak up on tabooed topics as I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi.
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