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Maybe my soul fights my body so unrelentingly because its mission doesn't fit inside. Perhaps this is why I cling to my loves for dear life. Maybe my brain has to relearn its lessons so many times because one day I'll guide just as many people to the same conclusions maybe the truth is my imperfections cannot overpower the Made in Heaven stamp on my personality and perhaps my heart is in the right place after all. For now, I'll keep breathing.
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
reflections on a war-torn mind
Maybe my soul fights my body so unrelentingly because its mission doesn't fit inside. Perhaps this is why I cling to my loves for dear life. Maybe my brain has to relearn its lessons so many times because one day I'll guide just as many people to the same conclusions maybe the truth is my imperfections cannot overpower the Made in Heaven stamp on my personality and perhaps my heart is in the right place after all. For now, I'll keep breathing.
audrey-gleason
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
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