I've lived with myself for twenty-three years.
I've dealt with my mistakes since day one.
With my tantrums, with my neediness, with my character.
With my constant indecisiveness.
With my fear of rejection and loneliness.
Just to name a few.
I know what a handful I can be to myself and others.
But that handful is an incredibly mixed packaged.
Entwined are every one of the pieces of me that brightly shine.
My joy, my love, my service.
My desire to hold you up when you feel down.
My awe in life.
Just to name a few.
In the end, who ever said being a handful had to be a bad thing?
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