Be kind.
Be gentle in your ways.
Do not confront me.
Don't raise your hand, or your voice.
Because I have had all of that I will ever endure.
My heart is soft, and my spirit open.
My emotions are often on my sleeve.
My words and the photographs I take, tell the story of who I am, what I feel, what I experience, and what I have lived. They show you my dreams, my sorrows.
So, when you by chance meet me.
When you want to talk with me. Or ask something of me.
Be kind.
Be gentle.
Or be forewarned.
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