I have a confession to make. Rather, a part that wants to be revealed and revered. She’s been living deep in my belly; hiding. A tightening in the form of emotional and energetic scar tissue. She has found solace in the wombonous cavern of the depths of my subconscious for years, too afraid of the light of day. She’s taken refuge in the waters of isolat…
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