I think it is a combination of having cried tears of blood and knowing what it’s like to feel unloved.

That made us soft and mellow. With a shatterproof backbone.

Now a river of love has emerged from the depth of my soul… Be it on the bus station or on an Instagram scroll I will never pass you without sending you, my love. My love won’t dry up because I recycle It self-love ~ send out love ~ self-love

Published by Muni_Mar

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 am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi😊

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