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I'll love myself even if that means breaking my own heart to fix it myself,  I will not let someone else put back the wounded pieces of my soul, I am not fragile but I am not steel I am human and I am real I have emotions, scars and wounds, I have a spirit a soul a brain, I am nothing to be given away, while what lies in others eyes is respect for themselves and not the earth on which they walk, I have done nothing but adore, adore every leaf as it turns from a glorious green into an amber red or seized the warm summer air  before the days of bitter cold rain, but yet I will endure every heartbroken moment and every single butterfly flutter I will alow my eyes to see city lights as beautiful and allow myself to stare at the stars in its almighty form I will whisper with the wind and scream with the waterfalls. I will alow me to be me and nothing less of who I am ment to be
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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I'll love myself even if that means breaking my own heart to fix it myself,  I will not let someone else put back the wounded pieces of my soul, I am not fragile but I am not steel I am human and I am real I have emotions, scars and wounds, I have a spirit a soul a brain, I am nothing to be given away, while what lies in others eyes is respect for themselves and not the earth on which they walk, I have done nothing but adore, adore every leaf as it turns from a glorious green into an amber red or seized the warm summer air  before the days of bitter cold rain, but yet I will endure every heartbroken moment and every single butterfly flutter I will alow my eyes to see city lights as beautiful and allow myself to stare at the stars in its almighty form I will whisper with the wind and scream with the waterfalls. I will alow me to be me and nothing less of who I am ment to be
So ***** your so called reality
georgia-parry
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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