It feels like, there is something inside of me that wants to come out in the open and I work really hard not to let it out. Why?
The creative and playful me.
The one that loves color.
The one that loves to listen to music and dance like crazy.
The one that always thinks positive and has a huge patience.
The one that loves children and loves being one.
Instead, I have turned into someone very theoretical. Trying to have many rules and being organized. The end result is not "me". But as I get older it's what I think is expected of me. Being an adult. Being a wife. Being a parent. It's who I've become.
But then who am I?
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