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There are days to hold yourself together. But not today. Perhaps, not ever. The wind does not hold itself still to be strong, And neither must you. Space to breathe is not wrong. Today is for meandering, an idle walk among the trees. "You were never meant to be unyielding," whispers in the breeze. The branches bend but do not break…
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