| a familiar habit is resurfacing. all too familiar, i allow it to encase my thoughts and feelings. pushing everything else aside, i am who i was but not who i really am at the beginning. |
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| all parents affect their children. youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of the handler. some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into little pieces, beyong repair. parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. they move on. they move away. the moments that used to define them are covered by the moments of their own accomplishments. it is only much later that children understand; their stories and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers. |
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| i went for the big chop!
bye bye pony tails... |
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| everyday is a challenge. each decision with a consequence each action with an opposite reaction. conflict between baby steps and a leap of faith. |
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| we have to learn to cut our previous soul ties before progressing forward.
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