I ached for you.
The longing a hunger.
I looked and could not find you.
And then I stopped…
And saw you were always there.
❤️
Michelle k Roberton.
I ached for you.
The longing a hunger.
I looked and could not find you.
And then I stopped…
And saw you were always there.
❤️
Michelle k Roberton.

Honouring your own sex may seem an odd suggestion. But what if sex is like the oxygen mask we are guided to put on first

We can often allow our past to consume us to such an extent it becomes our identity. It defines who we are, how we think,
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