For the stories we hold.
Our hands are capable of powerful things. They can rescue us from our darkest days or assist in the spiral. They comfort, attack, build and destroy. Strong or weak, scarred or flawless, they convey what words alone cannot.
"My soul is injured. They don't have medicine for my soul."
"For the first time, I'm fixing me."
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"I never was the type to judge a book by its cover — I was always the book that got judged."
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"I want to go to college. There's a lot of stuff I want to study."
"My boys taught her how to walk, because I wasn't there."
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