I went 43 years before knowing what it felt like to guard my heart.
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3 comments:
I went 39 years before my heart felt fully free and alive ...
... it's all part of evolving ... and even though it is sometimes painful, it is good ... very, very good.
It's all a gift if you can receive it.
Thankfully, I can.
xox
lucky you...most people learn to do that much, much earlier.
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