I’m not writing
what you see,
this shell with ink,
it isn’t me
it’s my stand-in,
Whoyouneed,
while the real me’s wounds
humbly bleed
-image via Pinterest
I’m not writing
what you see,
this shell with ink,
it isn’t me
it’s my stand-in,
Whoyouneed,
while the real me’s wounds
humbly bleed
-image via Pinterest
while the real me’s wounds
humbly bleed: what a line!
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Thank you so much, Basilike. 💜🙏🏻
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“this shell with ink”, that ached in all the right places, such beautiful words Angela.
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Thank you so much, Gina! 💜
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So damned good!
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Thanks, Rita.
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My pleasure, Sis
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Sadly Perfect!! 💗
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Thank you, Amelia. 🌺
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This lives under the skin, Angela. I relate so completely!
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Thank you, Susan! I’m so grateful to connect with you. 💜
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