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Nov 2017
With every act of certainty
I reclaim my identity.
I deserve to be here.
My past does not own me.
My mistakes do not define me.  
I am whole in my brokenness
β€” blossoming slowly
into my new found freedom.
I am finally whole
β€”battle wounds and all
there is nothing
that can stop me now.
Hannah
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Hannah  22/F/Nomad
(22/F/Nomad)   
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