Thank you. I almost didn’t post, it was so raw to me, so I’m glad you saw tenderness too. So, my tenderness is vulnerable and shielded by glass, which can be shattered. WOW
I do see and feel tenderness in all you writing because I know your sweet heart. I always love your writing. I do feel your tenderness is shielded by glass. That’s why rock throwing is so hurtful to you. It takes a brave soul to keep repairing the glass to be shattered possibly again. I love you 💕💓🌸💝
Forgive me for this, but as soon as I saw this, an old historical story hit my brains. Charles VI of France became King at the age of 12. Charles went through a long (probably schizophrenic or some other yet undiagnosed issue) during which he believed he was made of glass and that if people came near him, he would break.He insisted iron rods be inserted into his clothing to prevent him from breaking. It is believed that one of his daughters, Isabelle who married in England was also afflicted with the same mental illness and also believed she was made of glass.
It is one of the haunting moments in history. I have always remember hearing “Help me, I am made of glass.”
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
Wow this is beautiful and also sad. I was thinking how tenderness is beneath all of this. Amazing how it’s covered with glass…I love this 💕💗💓 xoxo
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Thank you. I almost didn’t post, it was so raw to me, so I’m glad you saw tenderness too. So, my tenderness is vulnerable and shielded by glass, which can be shattered. WOW
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I do see and feel tenderness in all you writing because I know your sweet heart. I always love your writing. I do feel your tenderness is shielded by glass. That’s why rock throwing is so hurtful to you. It takes a brave soul to keep repairing the glass to be shattered possibly again. I love you 💕💓🌸💝
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Thank you for seeing me. I love you…
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Awe I always see you my friend 💕💓💖🌸💝💞
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Yes, you see clear to my heart. I love you.
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I love you too 💕💞💕
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Very good
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Thank you!
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It just so resonates with me
,this poem of your.
Apt!
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*this poem of yours pls
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Thank you…
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Thank you so much. Haven’t been on for a bit, just saw yr comments. TY for visiting me.
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Welcome back.
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Thank you!
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Forgive me for this, but as soon as I saw this, an old historical story hit my brains. Charles VI of France became King at the age of 12. Charles went through a long (probably schizophrenic or some other yet undiagnosed issue) during which he believed he was made of glass and that if people came near him, he would break.He insisted iron rods be inserted into his clothing to prevent him from breaking. It is believed that one of his daughters, Isabelle who married in England was also afflicted with the same mental illness and also believed she was made of glass.
It is one of the haunting moments in history. I have always remember hearing “Help me, I am made of glass.”
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Thank you for this story. I love it. Indeed, there are days when I feel like I am so very breakable. Thank you for visiting me. Jeanne Marie
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You are beautiful. You wrote this. You have courage. You are honest.
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Wow. Thank you for the awesome comments. This is raw and I did feel vulnerable posting it. Thank you, Cindy.
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So succinct, yet so powerful. Thank you for sharing! 🙂
–Michael
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Thank you…
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