Here I am, take my hand & a little piece of my heart. Hold-on tight, loosely, or let-go... accordingly. Take my good stuff, take what you need, chew-up the meat, spit out the bones. There is always a place for you here in my heart and soul where only sacredness, peace and love live. An anchor is here, a refuge from the storm, that corner of the world where you are safe and cared for ~
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