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Apr 2018
It doesn't matter how many times
I manage to break or fall apart
With the pieces of me that shatter on the ground,
Put back together and repaired with gold
This lovely mess that makes up me
Is the only me I'll ever want to be.
Written by
Steff  27/F/The Stars, Ontario
(27/F/The Stars, Ontario)   
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