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Short: reflection on a conversation

I can hold on tight til my fingers bleed to the things I think my soul needs. But holding on won’t mean a thing in the long run if when it’s all said and done, what I’d thought I needed and what I’d thought I held on to were only ever judged by the eyes and heart of one who saw herself as insufficient.

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