I have a soft heart, always have. I was picked on for years as a kid because I was soft, I cried at the mean words which only made me a target. I tried to fake tough, like I didn't care, but I did, deep in my heart I cared so much. I grew up, moved on, tried to not be so soft hearted. I grew a weak shell around my soft heart, it helps but it has cracks. I can't stand injustice, unfairness, mean people or cruel words. Don't get me wrong I will stand up against the unfairness and meanness with a fierceness of a lion, then when I am alone I will cry. Having a soft heart makes you tough, never be ashamed of who you are....I'm not. Someday when I'm gone I hope the people who knew me look back and say "she was a kind of person who really cared and she showed me how to be a better person".
I took this photo of my roses and added one of my favorite quotes.
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