Sensitive women are often looked at as little girls. We really are the most in tune. I try to live in a bubble. But somebody always tries to pop it. Coming into this dimension breached. I have paved my own way. From teen Mama to being a young grandma. I've never let trauma define me. Shadow working while others whisper in covens about my sanity. I would rather punch air than stay trapped in the nightmare of childhood neglect. So I did the inner child werk. Flowing onward. Being creative. Gifted even. The backdrop of poverty imposed by jealous ones with more experience in deception. I stay edgy. My deepness could have you drowning and reborn alternative. Meaning doing life your way. Soulfully maneuvering through proximity bias.
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