I was born the oldest of five, into a very disfunctional, alcoholic home as the family care-taker and black sheep extrordinare.I have always been super sensitive and emotional, "the cry-baby of the bunch". I have always used writing as an outlet and tool for coping...poetry mostly...I think in rhyme most of the time, and am very grateful for that gift.
I am sorry its late but it technichally is still Easter. May you all be richly belssed this Easter Day with God's Finest. Lots of love...a twisted sister
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