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Your screams are being heard. Life in itself is sacrad. You are sacrad. Find that silent place inside. Allow only one wound a day to be placed in a mental hot air balloon and allow it to float away with forgiveness and nonjudgement in that situation. Just allow it to leave. Do this every day and then you will have room for joy. Death is not yours to choose. The fact that your still here is proof that you should be here. You are good enough just by being you. Loose all the wounds, as they are wispers in the past. The present has trouble enough without adding the past. You are not what has happened to you.
posted by
Inside_The_Purple_Purse
on February 23, 2015 at 6:23 AM
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Sounds pretty rough going at the moment. Better to spill it than bottle it.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 22, 2015 at 11:44 PM
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