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Apr 2016
Don't underestimate me.

Beneath my gentle eyes lies the spirit of a warrior.
Hidden in my soft smile is a battle cry.
Underneath my supple skin is an armor of celestial gold.
Enclosed in my brittle fingers is the hilt of a sword.
Within my mortal heart rests the essence of a goddess.

Let not my gentleness or fragility fool you.

For in this frail body resides the heart of a fighter;
whose spirit knows no defeat,
whose will knows no impossibility,
whose resilience knows no limit.
Happy Birthday to my dear Tita Imelda. A strong and wise woman, a loving mother and a doting Aunt. Thank you for always being there for me and Joy. Love you!
emeraldine087
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emeraldine087  Philippines
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