**Class,
repeat
after me:
I am not
my past,
my mistakes
or my shame
or my sorrow
or my loneliness
or my preferences:**
that's
noise,
crap,
icky
mind
junk.
Let
go!
Put
it
*d
o
w
n*
I
am
all my
glorious
truths, and
idiosyncratic
secrets & stories,
their potential
and beauty.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
**Class,
repeat
after me:
I am not
my past,
my mistakes
or my shame
or my sorrow
or my loneliness
or my preferences:**
that's
noise,
crap,
icky
mind
junk.
Let
go!
Put
it
*d
o
w
n*
I
am
all my
glorious
truths, and
idiosyncratic
secrets & stories,
their potential
and beauty.
We create our own unhappiness;
we can create happiness just as easily.
The unfortunate thing is that
we don't.
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