She made me feel like a leader;
Like I was the bravest person in the world.
I felt immortal, invincible but most of all,
like I had a safety net if I went overboard.
She made me feel like risks were worth it.
I felt as if my blood became steel, my muscles rocks
my warrior’s battle cry rallied her support
When we fought any battle, we’d win.
At least we’d tell each other that fairy tale.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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Who is the “She”? I like this, I think most folx have someone in their lives such as this person. Love, Mom
(She,her, hers) Be the change you wish to see in the world.—Gandhi Sent from my iPhone
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It’s for every she