MRS
I think I like myself a little broken,
with rough edges, a little harder
to grasp. I like poetry
better than therapy anyway.
The poems never judge me
for healing wrong.
Clementine von Radics, from “I Stopped Going to Therapy,” Mouthful of Forevers  (via sunflorae)
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