I Am Not a Sheep.
Each day I walk through the door I see my goofy face, with my big blue bow cocked to the side, before I ever knew I wasn’t destined to be a sheep.
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Jessica Romero
I’m Still Broken, But I’m Done Hiding.
I was broken, and pretending I was not. He was doing just the same. Together we were a train-wreck, hiding our pain in alcohol, clinging to each other.