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I am fraying at the seams Small strings dragging along, They stitch me back up with loose stitches, easily undone I take 6 pills a day to fix the hems Sewing by hand in an insurmountable competition against the sewing machine People console me, tell me to never lose hope, it will get better But how do I keep hope alive when I can't even thread the needle
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
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I am fraying at the seams Small strings dragging along, They stitch me back up with loose stitches, easily undone I take 6 pills a day to fix the hems Sewing by hand in an insurmountable competition against the sewing machine People console me, tell me to never lose hope, it will get better But how do I keep hope alive when I can't even thread the needle
IsabelAyala
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
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