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Day 7 "Alone With Their Body" ~ OC: Blair Campbelle~ Year: 816

Day 7 "Alone with their body" ~ OC: Blair Campbelle ~ Year: 816
Blair suffers from a disease called Silberglimm-Lungen-Welken.
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“Alone with their body”
Take that time for you.
Self love is as important,
As even breathing air.
Haiku by @jeniuu-xenion