manuela iddas
๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐๐ต ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฑ (๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐)
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Your house and your room are your sanctuaries, but also the only place where you feel safe.
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Nature as well. Wild nature.
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No one bothers you when you are in those places.
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No one questioning and attacking your choices, no one making you feel wrong for your ideas and the way you are growing.
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You feel that your energy is protected there, you are not drained at the end of the day.
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You can focus on your lessons, your dreams, your passions and you have all the time to do that.
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Until the evening approaches. And your day slows down.
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๐๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.
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You miss your friends. They donโt accept and understand the person you are becoming.
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You miss having a group of like-minded people to share your thoughts, struggles, and victories with.
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You miss having a social circle and a support system, someone you know you can rely upon if you need.
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๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฒ
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You notice your thoughts:
โthey donโt understand me, they donโt accept meโ
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โI canโt open up because they wouldnโt get it and I would get attackedโ
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โno way I go there, they always cause drama and I donโt want any of that in my lifeโ
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โ I wonder if I will meet someone to walk with, that will understand me and accept me as I amโ
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โI miss those nights watching the sky and laughing around the fireโ
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โI miss the connection, the laughter, the lightnessโ
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๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐.
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You built an armour around your heart, itโs for protection.
๐โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐.
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If they canโt come close, they canโt hurt me.
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But they still do. In your mind, in your thoughts.
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We are social beings, we all desire love, connection, purpose, depth, security, ease.
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And so are you. Even if you donโt want or you canโt admit it.
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๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐, ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง.
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Sure, they canโt come close. But you canโt leave either.
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๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐?
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If your Light is free to move around it will attract people that resonate with you and imagine, your Light could even be a catalyst for old friends to embrace new ways and ideas.
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You can have new friends that are on your same journey, and you can have a new relationship with old friends, much deeper than has been ever before.
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What about you learn how to become so strong in yourself that you can let go of the armour, and you can let your light shine through?
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What about you learn to have and maintain powerful energy doesnโt matter where and who you are with?
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What about you learn to make your voice so strong and clear that setting boundaries and be heard wonโt be a problem ever again?
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And what about you learn to do all this out of Self-Love? Out of Open-ness? Out of Calmness, Grace, and Understanding that we are all on a journey and just because they donโt know better, doesnโt mean you have to feel threatened or belittled
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๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ?
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