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As a little girl, I always wanted a swing on a tree. I never got my swing, but dreamt of it. The image is my painting.

Why do we judge people?

Because of our sometimes hurtful past, we sometimes forget to have faith, hope in love.

What is money, but the root of all evil.

When we feel we have been broken

In truth...we are all selfish. Think of it.

I am a bulimia survivor...I wrote this after one purging episode.

I wrote this for boyfriend on valentines day. We were going through terrible financial difficulties. After many years alone I met him.