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Jan 2021
My weakness
can be what draws people to me.
So kind, so caring.
The thing is —
nobody wants me to be kind
in spite of myself.
It hurts more for them
if I compromise, smile,
rather than just
ripping the plaster off.
Definitely imperfect..
Written by
Janna B  F/Australia
(F/Australia)   
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