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It's time for my repot
Trusting to me has always equaled pain and dysfunction. When things become out of my control, the feelings of non erotica play tug o way with me as a whole. Needing internal stimulation to produce external growth. I have to repot my souls bulb in positive nutrient filled soil. The environment needs to be just right, enough open space for the light to shine so my fruits of labor can ripen bright. Attaining the level of comfort within my parts, enough to remove the need to exercise manipulation as an art. Exhausting all wants to comfort every lonely heart.
I’m ready to sprout, and lengthen my roots with worth and healing and when undug, they can be found. I’ve come to realize I am tired of surviving, I want to live life now. I want to give without being taken advantage of. Learning to rely on my HPs guidance, practice trusting trustworthy people because yes those still can be found. I Acknowledge I am not in control and that is ok. How can a flower bloom if its vision is blurred by someone else’s gloomy day?
I need to just stay in my pot and enjoy the sun rays, I am a precious being and I deserve good days.
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Sierra Ma
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