Collecting all the pieces of myself I’ve left behind, generously bestowed or have been forcibly taken from me.
Before I knew better.
Before I realized.
Before I remembered my worth.
Gathering fragments both dry and juicy, raw and scared, minuscule and monumental searing them back into places they belong. Where they were missed.
Before I knew better.
Before I realized.
Before I remembered my worth.
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