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Nov 2017
I was raised by a warrior who has suffered in blood.
Whose burdens became mine when water poured down his stone exterior, exposing his ocean-like interior that he tried so dearly to keep at bay.
Your pains are mine and I still hold them no matter how much my knees beg to tremble.
Chelsea
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Chelsea  19/F
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