The old saying goes the catipiilar has to die to himself to get his wings. Does he know when he falls asleep in his small cacoon he will wake up even more beautiful then before. Outside beauty means nothing it’s becoming who we were meant to be and not caring what others think in the process. You know what’s best for you. I knew I needed help I knew I needed healing in healing I found myself.
In that I found a voice that was buried under pain. I’m glad I am true to myself. True to God.
In that I found a voice that was buried under pain. I’m glad I am true to myself. True to God.
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