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I used to think that ****** was the same as ***** And therefore I was both broken and unclean. I have learned that you can wash the blood off And cast out the stains of yesterday’s misfortunes That I may kneel before you and tell you That I am still sacred in my own skin.
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Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 7:56 PM UTC
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I used to think that ****** was the same as ***** And therefore I was both broken and unclean. I have learned that you can wash the blood off And cast out the stains of yesterday’s misfortunes That I may kneel before you and tell you That I am still sacred in my own skin.
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Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 7:56 PM UTC
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