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Jan 2022
We all walk the same
stuck in the trance of regrets
anonymous paths
tried to run from it all
hiding wasn't a safe place
till you find your strength
We all walk through the same feeling of pain,
just in different anonymous paths

Own your beautiful battle scars, they are to be cherished not to be shamed off
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