My dad loved telling us how each of us were born. 

I was the easiest, he'd always told us. 
The doctors couldn't do anything. My mom didn't even have to push. I just slipped out ever so gracefully. 

I didn't cry much in the delivery room either. I just stared at my dad. 

Too bad weeks later I was a real soapbox!!  
I cried about everything. Well most things. 

Maybe that's why I still have too much feelings inside me. 

I tend to "feel too much". 

So I've been trying to make my feelings feel  if that makes any sense. 

We are all the same
Because we are all different individuals who are the only species with the compassion to love, feel, and think 

Don't be afraid of THE REAL YOU

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