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You Got This
March 15, 2019 Dear Andrew, I know these past couple years haven't been easy for you, I have been watching you through your ups and downs and I realize that you have grown up in a very different environment than the people you interact with on a daily basis. What you have experienced versus what they have has lead to many cultural differences that you have stumbled across can sometimes leave you questioning what you were taught, but I am here to tell you that the way you were brought up is not completely a bad thing and that you have the right to not accept anything that you don't like. I notice that you love deeply and in doing so you sweep a lot of things under the rug for the sake of keeping peace. That type of peace you have is temporary and will only cause you to lose sleep and tensions to rise until they boil over. There are very few things in life you should protect. Your friends who are there for you, your family who has your back, and your peace. Your peace is something that is yours to control and at times where it will be tried and tested, yet you have the strength to tough it out. Know your limits. Know what you will and will not accept in relationships, in work environments, in life. I know this life will do everything to get to you at times to break you and get you to compromise your peace, there will be people who will look at you like you're wrong for not choosing the way they see things and will try to guilt trip you. Your peace is yours to protect and control. I've said it before Andrew, I've been watching you and your struggle but I know that you are strong enough to take what life gives you. You got this!
By Andrew Bell3 years ago in Poets
The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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