i hate getting shook up.

it's one of those days where the weak surfaces without you asking for it & you find yourself crumbling behind closed doors. i've once read that bravery isn't being fearless, but being scared & still facing your fears. most often in life, once you bite the bullet of something that has you shaking, you'll come out feeling empowered & alive.  and the very best outcome of all? nothing to regret.

now then. i need a wicked cocktail of strength, god, & a wild hare quick.

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