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Sep 2014
I once told myself that I was strong.

Lo and behold, it was a lie-
of course, I didn't know that then.
Very few people are capable of admitting
everything is not alright.

You came along when I was broken, bent
out of shape,
unfixable- and you're still here.
Hidden messages are sometimes the best.
Jo Hummel
Written by
Jo Hummel  Fort Worth
(Fort Worth)   
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