Two years ago and long before then, I lived a life of quiet desperation. I clipped my own wings, silenced my own voice, and held tightly to an abundance of love that to this day has yet to find its home.I will not ever, for any reason or for anyone, swallow or hold or suppress that love again, even if it means spending the rest of my life alone.
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Proudly going to my directory of posts to revisit.
And blog definitively linked.
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