She is perfectly imperfect in all of her
chaos.
She is content in her past
regrets and strong in all of her weaknesses.
She puts a smile on her face when
all she wants to do is bury herself in his chest and cry.
She holds her head up high and
swallows her pride, for today is another day.
She whispers to herself, “I am
thankful for today because I know, I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”
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