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Published: Jan 31, 2014

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my mother taught me to find a man, my aunt taught me to clean a house, my grandmother taught me to cook a meal, but no one taught me to love myself.

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i-am-a-bridgewalker

Feb 7, 2014

the sharp-ended brevity of this is perfect. like a counter-nursery-rhyme.

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