Destiny’s boundaries are fate’s triggers, and it is all about our upbringing. Flashes of ideals surface from when I was young. Prim, proper, girly things dance before my eyes—but there was a foreboding alertness not to shine too much. Don’t let go completely—keep tight to the vest. I mean, the dress. The soup du jour is demure and never demoralized. Controlled or controlling—always in or wanting to. Regrets?
Sure, the regret I can never just
Let Go
#control #respect #kindness #selflove
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