Blue Pomegranate (Original Version)

Blue Pomegranate (Original Version)

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Pomegranates are a diversely significant in life and fertility, and also a symbol of power. These pages are truthfully filled with heart wrenching moments that I have accumulated since I had starring perceiving the world through my own eyes . These pages are filled with thoughts that are continuously changing - my mind. Sometimes I feel powerful, Sometimes I feel powerless, Sometimes I feel like the daughter of my creator, Other times I feel like the biggest Sin that was created. Being a human is filled with ups and downs. Most of the time it feels down, but having to remember it's okay is something that is held in my hands, never in my heart. I'm learning, evolving, and loving with each passing day. Read my dissected thoughts. You and I may be feeling one in the same.
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