My lover is possessive and gets mad when I don’t pay attention to her she gets sad
while I scrap the toilet to clean my house, she comes at me like a melody. I put the brush down and wash my hands… I look for my phone to type these words… My lover is my creativity she must be heard first she competes with other parts of me… Chords are her enemy🙄… 🎨🎼📸📝
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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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