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Feb 2016
for we,
the broken,
it is a gift
to share our laughter,
but, love,
it is a much greater gift
to share our tears,
to expose our sadness,
to make vulnerable
the darkest
the dustiest
corners of our minds,
the places where
we sit
and think
and stay
the places that
are our homes
Written by
Meg  In my thoughts
(In my thoughts)   
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