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I'M GETTING OLDER, AND MY SKIN IS DRYING OUT. I'M WONDERING WHEN WILL THINGS WILL MAKE SENSE, WHEN WILL I BE CONFIDENT IN WHAT I'M ABOUT? WHEN WILL THE LOVE I RECEIVE NOT DEPEND ON WHAT MY BODY REFLECTS? WHEN CAN I STOP ACTING LIKE I DON’T NOTICE, OR CARE, STAND UP AND BREAK THEIR NECKS? TO BE TRULY DONE WITH PUTTING UP WITH **** IS TO **** THE GARBAGE FROM THE GARDEN, LEARN TO LOVE ONESELF AND BECOME WHOLE AGAIN.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
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I'M GETTING OLDER, AND MY SKIN IS DRYING OUT. I'M WONDERING WHEN WILL THINGS WILL MAKE SENSE, WHEN WILL I BE CONFIDENT IN WHAT I'M ABOUT? WHEN WILL THE LOVE I RECEIVE NOT DEPEND ON WHAT MY BODY REFLECTS? WHEN CAN I STOP ACTING LIKE I DON’T NOTICE, OR CARE, STAND UP AND BREAK THEIR NECKS? TO BE TRULY DONE WITH PUTTING UP WITH **** IS TO **** THE GARBAGE FROM THE GARDEN, LEARN TO LOVE ONESELF AND BECOME WHOLE AGAIN.
georgia-curtis
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
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