Jen Juice

This is the sign of shame I carry with me most days and defer to a just an upbringing..However, to survive a parent who tries to murder you is not just survival – that’s a warrior. Make no mistake about it – we are the sum of our choices and I chose to rise like the fire I am. Don’t fuck with the fire.

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