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Apr 2015
And things that used to hurt are no longer sore.
I know I am broken, but don't mind anymore.
'Cause, although I've been shattered,
I am in repair.
I've come to accept that I'm still getting there.
And although it's been years
I think I can finally see,
That part of me will be fixed.
And part doesn't need to be.
I know this is quite rhymey. I hope it doesn't turn you off, I just had this revelation and it came out like this.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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