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Declaration of a soul becoming bulletproof

You've always told me that I wasn't enough.

I've always been on the defense.

What am I protecting?

The one thing I know is that you are wrong about me.

You've always been wrong about me.

I've let you police my soul.

I've let you lead me down paths that had no meaning.

I've let your words leave scars.

You almost had me. You almost watched me die.

But I declare in this moment, that if I do nothing in this life to bring myself any glory, there is one thing I will continue to do for the rest of my days.

I will wake myself up.

I will laugh at how you almost got me, yet again-- at how I was this close to punishing myself eternally, at how I was almost left ragged and full of holes-- the ones made by your judgement and criticism boring into me.

I will feel myself come back together then. I will feel it a close call.

And if we ever meet up again, and you are the prisoner and I am the jailer, I promise you from the depths of my being, that I will let you go free.

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  1. Dear Brooke,

    I so deeply admire your commitment to waking yourself up again & again. You are a warrior (in the very best sense of the word). It's truly an honor to know you.

    With love,

    Julia

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  2. Powerful! I feel this post in my spine and in my soul.

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  3. Amazing!!!

    Elizabeth, thank you for expressing so well exactly how this too, spoke to me.

    WOW, WOW, WOW!!!

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