A Love Letter For Real People
Oreoluwa Fakorede
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I believe in all of this and more. My struggle is letting my guard down enough to let another in so this can happen. The scars run deep, but the desire and longing for a true connected love is present. I simply don’t know how to tap that resource anymore or if the well has run dry and the rest are distant memories of someone I used to be.

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