I lost another earring the other day. A faux-bijoux pearl-like adornment that I rescued from my grandma’s going-to-be-given away collection after her passing. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like it did, but I couldn’t help it, it just did. Another part of her lost. Another fuck up on my
“My willingness to forgive begins my healing process. I allow the love from my own heart to wash through me cleansing and healing every
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