I'm no one special. I have no dazzling talents, I have real value to society or humanity. I'm not a good person, but I'm not a bad person, either.
I'm ordinary, I'm average.
But perhaps somewhere, there's someone who finds me to be a delightful enigma, interesting, and ever-so important to them.
Somewhere, I have worth.
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
