Her
Stressing She
Constantly
to be
all She can
be, She
plead..
Trust in
the intergerty Her
instilled in She.. She
affirmed She’s not
grown yet
need
space to
make mistakes to
learn, to
grow
on She
own...
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Her
Stressing She
Constantly
to be
all She can
be, She
plead..
Trust in
the intergerty Her
instilled in She.. She
affirmed She’s not
grown yet
need
space to
make mistakes to
learn, to
grow
on She
own...
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mlowe5 says: Interesting write BrownchildT: she being her seeking to be the her that she is that the two, on their own, can become the one that is to be the her she will be. Thanks for sharing. Write on...Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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Brownchildt says: Thank you |
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