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I see me. Just me. All my past dug into the skin on my face. All my joys and wildness and sorrow… more
When I was a teenager, all I saw when I looked in the mirror was my nose. To me, it was the… more
to support and be there for each not taking the other"s hostly into account. no judgement. more
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