[ A prose by Julsijuls ] You are me What I hold is something big and a little hard to swallow. Does it taste bitter? No. But it burns my throat, and it sits heavy in my mouth like a rock—as if it's something out of place. But I must admit, and I must embrace every little truth that I have mistakes and errors in life. I have to look at it straight in the eyes, and tell this old me that I forgive her. Even if it hurts. I forgive her and accept her as a part of me. #may2022 Photo https://pin.it/3drQuDh
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