Me

October 23, 2015

I Am Strong.

I can conquer anything.

Be it the anxiety monster that comes to nibble at my soul,

Or the sanity sucking ghost named anorexia.

Be it a fall from a beautiful horse who meant only the best for me,

Or the arthritis gobblins in my knees that enjoy causing me pain.

I Am Strong.

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