Unraveled
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- Parts 3
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Apr 18, 2022
Between the acceptance of the past and a thread that continues on giving
I'm forced outside of my comfort once more
And I am off to explore
Off to take a moment and let things sink in
Coloring my sweater
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