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What if we can accept ourselves for who we really are We are weak and vulnerable We are love and we are strong Flesh and bone although sticks and stones may stand in the way of you being whole Stick and stones can only wound the soul Our bodies fields of activities The world a field of activity Like a wise man once said Things has to happen for us to know who we are I don’t know who I am yet But I know why I am I was brought into this world by a little girl who didn’t know what she was doing making it up as she went along She lived her life trying to make sense on why she was here Truth is it doesn’t really matter why your here Is it what you make of it while you are here And every day there’ s a little peace breaking away inside all of us We are allowed to make mistakes We are allowed to be weak We are allowed to be a bubble full of emotions And if we don’t cry and acknowledge we grow skin upon skin