MEMORIES

Memories… I was asked once, if memories were good to hold on to Sometimes they are… right? They help to define the real you... I refuse to spend another dime – divulging to a stranger of when I think it all started. I dare you to judge me, but first, walk a mile in my shoes- now full grown- I have to go back to console that little girl I don’t care how you see me, hell… people talk anyway Here are a few things that happened, in my world… ~Memories~