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Nov 2020
Every diamond, had to first be a rock. And only after many years of sanding and polishing, did it begin to shine.
I was once asked. Why do I feel like I'm always someone else's stepping stone? Is that all I was ever meant to be?
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Tionna  34/F/Nebraska
(34/F/Nebraska)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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