November 8, 2021 Doree Grief, life, love, poetry November 9, 2021November 9, 2021 1 Minute I want you to see how broken I am I’ve always been Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published November 9, 2021November 9, 2021
Breath mocks every source of anguish. When the time comes, every pieces will return to it’s sitting mended and boosted. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
You’re beautiful 💚❤️
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🥲❤️
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Breath mocks every source of anguish. When the time comes, every pieces will return to it’s sitting mended and boosted.
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Love your words ❤️, thank you.
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You’re most welcome.
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🖤🖤🖤
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❤️
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Deep💙
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Thanks ❤️
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My pleasure 💙
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