The Opening
Fear of abandonment makes me a hermit.
Self-love opens my arms and I hug.
Fear of loneliness keeps me silent and small.
Self-love opens my throat and I sing.
Fear of lack makes me a hoarder.
Self-love opens my heart and I dance.
Fear of poverty keeps ma obedient and docile.
Self-love opens my wallet and I share.
Fear of failure makes me a shadow.
Self-love opens…
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