There once was a time when I learned how to be kind to myself. I been thru really deep, deep tough times in my life on my own. I had joy-fullness in my heart, but growing up in a toxic environment made me lose all that. I still carry that kindness everywhere I go; Even if I felt like fighting battles. I still got up every morning and night to face it. It made me realize right from wrong. I am kind, I am strong. Seeking peace and redemption. Everyone is. Growing up in a time like how we live right now, made me aware and more awake that something was testing me and something was off. I won't let the unknown vanish the joy I still have.
Know the truth
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