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-A poem
Dear Body,
I’m sorry for subjecting you to the opinions of others,
When all you needed was to find rest.
Rest in the words of your Maker.
To decompress…
To release the stress of numbers and meaningless rules.
To receive grace for your worst and know that your best is not your worth.
To find mercy apart from works.
To unravel and receive love, unreserved.
– N. Mason
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