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Apr 2019
I feel like I get get better.
Feel as if my life choices melt and grind into a shredder. I look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws.
How does one rise from a mountain of flaws?
How does one find a way?
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  29/M/Minnesota
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