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I'm a multifaceted woman having a human experience.

I'm not interested in a relationship-I just got out of a 25 plus year one.

I raised a son-I cared for my sick mother-I was a good wife.

Now back to thinking of me-and this is where I tell people to fuck off so I can remember what this feels like.

I'm woman-hear me roar and all that. Let me experience life on my own-it's still brand new to me. I'm still adapting 'evolving' what have you---I'm still learning. I'm a student of life-a child of the universe.

Just let me be. How would you react to the love of your life walking out on you? Watching your mother die a slow death? A small tiny wonder (me) as strong as I might seem is just crawling out of her shell.

Let me cry on my kitchen floor-let me get drunk on Tuesday nights and write poetry on sunlit mornings while my dog sits by my side.  Allow me to be wild-sexy-carefree. Allow me to show my smarts, my lady-like demeanor or let me be clueless about responsibilities.

Just let me be. You be you and I'll be me.

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