I am here again. WHY am I here again.
WHY am I small again, lost again?
Alone again.
Afraid…
. Again.
Transported.
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I am an Artist, Poet and Author. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color... View more posts
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