I wasnt my Daddys princess. I wasnt my Mommys little girl. The truth is.. I wasnt anyone's girl. But then he came My Man..My safe place.. My home. He saw me without me having to explain. He heard the Words I never said out loud. He stayed. He held. He healed me. Not all homes are made of bricks. Some are made of hearts."
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