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Healing isn’t a rapid art, it takes time to look your trauma in the eye and welcome it home but mine was already well alive and he slept next to me in bed like a hungry dog. When I came out to my mother she told me to avoid the dogs that would come my way but it wasn’t till I loved him that I could see a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
Wolf
Healing isn’t a rapid art, it takes time to look your trauma in the eye and welcome it home but mine was already well alive and he slept next to me in bed like a hungry dog. When I came out to my mother she told me to avoid the dogs that would come my way but it wasn’t till I loved him that I could see a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Braybraydens
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
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