I Was Born for Real Love. {poetry}
I wasn’t born for perfection, submission, or suppression. I wasn’t born for fear and confusion. I was born for love. I want to go there.
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Love, Vulnerability And Painting A New Self: I Fall Apart Willingly.
You see, like Seurat’s picture, love is so much bigger when experienced in person. It is impossible to appreciate, until you stand in front of it and it overwhelms you and whispers your name in person.