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There are pieces of me under everyone I've loved's bed. I used to think this made me empty, that I was missing parts of me. But letting go of those pieces gave room for better parts to grow. Confidence, love, joy.— JUST BECAUSE YOU STILL HAVE PARTS OF ME DOESN'T MEAN IM ANY LESS COMPLETE// 

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