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Jun 29
People are damaged, messy and imperfect. They fail me time and again.

They will never be enough to mend the broken person I am, they will never be enough to heal my soul.
I'm constantly realizing that no one can help me but myself and even I don't want to.
Written by
Folake  Two-Spirit/Earth
     Roberta Moshe and PennyPavi
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