What is a past? There is only the child who stumbled around until she learned to walk who then fell in a pit hole, who then crawled out to roll down, and ride the rollercoaster of life! Yes it’s a mark on me I feel it in my limbs when things get scary it’s my story.
Be it behind me or far way back, I’m still learning how to master the art of being present…
Some folks want us chained to shame but baby, we want us to be free ~ fly baba fly(Karpe(aka Karpe Diem)
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