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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
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
Not Yours To Fix
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.
juhi-chavda
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
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