Yes, you.
You’re the one I’m talking to.
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are that you have a right to be here, a right to get what your beautiful heart desires, a right to see your dreams come true? Who do you think you are to have what someone else has, to get what they’ve got, to talk like you do, to think like you do, to express yourself the way you do, to walk like you do, to carry yourself like you do, to do what you do? Who?
Sound familiar?
These are the words that define you. These are what you’re allowed to do.
Making. Trying. Striving. Hoping. Sometimes begging. Longing. Cajoling. Pleading. Often begging.
But these ones - Come sparkle. Come dance. Come thrive. Come live. With me. With all of us.
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