People are damaged, messy and imperfect. They fail me time and again.
They will never be enough to mend the broken person I am, they will never be enough to heal my soul.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
People are damaged, messy and imperfect. They fail me time and again.
They will never be enough to mend the broken person I am, they will never be enough to heal my soul.
I'm constantly realizing that no one can help me but myself and even I don't want to.
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