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HANDS by Candice Hardin February, 2016

The  roughness signifies my pain

my struggle my Grind in this life.

One way or another I continue to climb.  

The proverbial  ladder of life!

Isn't  it amazing how our bodies can

physically  reflect our pain and Internal  wellness.

My knits and Cuts, scrapes and burns

reminds me of what I've overcome and

how far I still need to go

I take my time though and treat myself well

and learn to be gentle

*** life has a way of reflecting pain and happiness.

All u have to do is look closely.

The signs are right in your hands.

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jeffery-massey
62 / M / American
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Feb 17, 2016
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