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May 2020
you can rest your head, honey, I see the wrinkles of your furrowed brow.

you can rest your feet, darling, there’s no one chasing you around.

you can rest your heart, sugar, no one’s going to break it now.

and you can rest your body, baby, you don’t have to make a sound.
loving yourself isn't an easy thing to do, but with patience and forgiveness the love for oneself will grow.
Broadsky
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Broadsky  27/F/earth
(27/F/earth)   
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         ---, 2024, Steve, Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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