Every Person We Meet Holds Within Them a Lost Piece of Ourselves

I have struggled to learn this lesson time after time.


Why Do I Judge Myself???

Why couldn't they see I was an angel and they were acting like Lucifer himself?

Guilt Sucks!!

If only life were fair, I would be able to write every day in my boxers while sipping on coffee in the morning and red wine in the evening.

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