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Work in Progress

I am a work in progress.
I will never be fixed,
because I am not broken.

I will never be perfect,
because nothing is perfect
and I am not nothing.

I am someone.
I am me.
I am you.

I get hurt.
I stomp my feet.
And I rail at perceived injustices,until I am out of words,
and tears.

I will crumble.
I will fall.
I will surrender.
I will give up.

Sometimes.

Most important,

I will try.
I will learn.
I will listen with my whole head and heart.
I will forgive
and I will LOVE......

Me.

Because I am not broken,
I will never be fixed.
I am a work in progress.



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