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Letter To My Past
I hear you knocking on my door, asking me to let you in. I will, as long as you know that you don’t define me. You are an important part of me, but not all of me.
I hear you knocking on my door, asking me to let you in. I will, as long as you know that you don’t define me. You are an important part of me, but not all of me.
