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you are an exfoliant; coarse and fine you scrape me raw painfully but in the end your sharp cuts hide an ointment and my soul thanks me for you; for this change, a renewal, healing after necessary destruction (out with the dead, in with the new)
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
necessary pain
you are an exfoliant; coarse and fine you scrape me raw painfully but in the end your sharp cuts hide an ointment and my soul thanks me for you; for this change, a renewal, healing after necessary destruction (out with the dead, in with the new)
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
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