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growing up with a concrete exterior stern eyes and pursed lips you are nothing but a walking message in a bottle that nobody would dare to open. that's the thing about resilience it never really does you any favours.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
resilience
growing up with a concrete exterior stern eyes and pursed lips you are nothing but a walking message in a bottle that nobody would dare to open. that's the thing about resilience it never really does you any favours.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
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