All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am.....
Stories, we all have them. Happy ones, sad ones. Some of us are willing to tell our story, while others, perhaps need a bit more time to tell theirs. In the end, what counts, is that we are not defined by our stories, but that they are used to grow and learn from. And like any other story, found in a book, you can open and close that book, anytime you like. To read, in little bits, or perhaps, just to place upon a shelf, and save it, as a keepsake.
xo, Diana
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