Identity. wrapped in her through different names, homes, types of loves. Title, educational background, societal labels.  Like a hand woven sweater, her true identity slowly, delicately, unraveling like a loose thread. Revealing her soul.  Her smile, unspoken words communicated through her eyes. Beautiful scars,  some seen and unseen, telling the depths of her experiences and…

She tried a lot and finally understood.  She wasn’t meant for titles at work. Climbing the ladder was unappealing. Chasing after money and love was of no interest.  She finally understood she was different. She was meant to think, feel, dive deep into her mind.  She was meant to walk her own path, not go…

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