Radiant, Passinate,Loyal.

     Words only a few know, words that only to a few I show.

    Most would call me cold-hearted, most know me as reserverd.

But I've learned a long time ago that not everyone privilged to see that vulnerablity

  and not everyone should, only a selceted few those who are close to the heart

Those who would only love,who would never cause harm 

At my core I am Passiante always doing things with everything i got
to give.

I am crazy, loyal and weird.

But I wouldn't change for anything cause I am who I am

God made me,perfect in my own way

I am me and that is something no one else can ever be!




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