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Broken from circumstance. Broken, on top of it, from poor choices I've made. What's to come if I can't fix myself? I must overcome my lesser nature. Would it hurt to have help? Let me send up a flare. I lose to my sadness from time to time, but I want to heal, and encourage truth, and I want to mend with the others who believe, even under a thousand stings, love exists and empathy lives.
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
Dissent: First Aid Spray
Broken from circumstance. Broken, on top of it, from poor choices I've made. What's to come if I can't fix myself? I must overcome my lesser nature. Would it hurt to have help? Let me send up a flare. I lose to my sadness from time to time, but I want to heal, and encourage truth, and I want to mend with the others who believe, even under a thousand stings, love exists and empathy lives.
Simillacrum
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
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