Personal

a Blurb

I am grateful for my smile.

It gets in the way though. People see it and assume I’m okay. My smile sells joy even while my heart is screaming in turmoil.

I dare not call my smile a curse – God designed it just for me, but somehow, someway, they’ve got to realize that I’m not always okay and I, too need.

What do I need? Only God knows.

I am Eryka

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