Bye 25; life is beautiful.

It's my final 6.5 hours at 25; and God, has it been a journey. It has been up and down. But I thank God for every moment.  In my last few years, as a conscious adult, I've lived. I've loved, I've lost, I laughed, I've beamed, I've cried, and I've shattered. Every moment has been beautiful, some poetically, some in a sorrowful way. But every moment has carved me into whatever I've become today. I am a woman. I am a warrior. I may not kneel down to every request; and I do not back down to anything that may poke a hole into my soul. I fight and I love; I do it all. I am a woman. And thank God I am.