2017 Day-By-Day

Day 108

She’s imperfect, but she tries

She is good, but she lies

She is hard on herself

She is broken and won’t ask for help

She is messy, but she’s kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

“She Used To Be Mine,” Waitress

My mind is racing too fast to produce any meaningful sentences, so I’ll leave you with these lyrics that made me¬†cry and have been replaying in my head nonstop.

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