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I am not yours to fix. As broken as I am. As tired as I may be. As many flaws as I have. I'm not yours to fix. My flaws make me who I am. Without them, I'd just be a mannequin. Mannequins are pretty. I'm real. And I'm not yours to fix.

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Sep 25, 2014

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Tags: #broken #flaws #me #identity #fix #mannequin

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