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vines wrap my wrists. they reopen the scars, dismantle the defenses, tear down the walls. i will rebuild. again.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
rebuild
vines wrap my wrists. they reopen the scars, dismantle the defenses, tear down the walls. i will rebuild. again.
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going home isn’t always returning to a place. sometimes it is returning to yourself.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
aftermath
going home isn’t always returning to a place. sometimes it is returning to yourself.
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