| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Inherent Worth Every day is a new day for planting snapdragons. Digging into the soil, fingernails dirty brow damp with sweat, working the earth to hold those pale green slips of orange and red. Every day is a new day for forgiving myself. Giving into the fact that I entered the world naked and crying, needing everything the world would give back only because of my inherent worth of being. |
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