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Jul 2015
"She said sorry too often.
She apologized for apologizing too much.
She said sorry like it was a greeting.
She apologized for everything that goes wrong,
because she labeled herself as a disaster.
She was sorry for not being good enough,
because no one ever told her she was good enough.
No one ever told her that she was something more than
the mess inside her head and the tsunami inside her heart.
So all she learned was to apologize for every single breath she took."
Wynter Watkins
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Wynter Watkins  Virginia Beach
(Virginia Beach)   
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   lena k
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