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Do not be ashamed of who you are.

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lupus-astra

Published: Sep 14, 2013

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At one point in your life,
you didn't mind being a girl.

It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.

You are not Atlas, my dear.

Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."

A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what
she needs.

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