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I've had it for so long, this sadness, that it almost feels like a second skin. Some days it speaks like me, it acts like me, it becomes me, it is me. But, I am not my sadness, although it dwells on, unyielding. I am not what happened to me. I am not my hurt. I am still becoming.
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
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