I change, planning out something to say, but find Jackie there when I walk down the stairs. Swallowing, I push the thoughts away and check on the kids instead.
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I chuckle, flashing after her. I bid my sister-in-law happy birthday before watching Jace walk out of the room. Confused, I excuse myself and walk towards him.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt