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Black serif text on a plain white background reads: "Not everyone deserved to know me, to touch the pieces I so freely offered before I knew that knowing me is a privilege; my time, my heart, my trust. But I don't regret it. Maybe they needed those pieces of me. Maybe they learned something. I know I did." Below it: "Stephanie Bennett-Henry".

Not Everyone Deserved the Pieces of Me

A Stephanie Bennett-Henry poem about learning that knowing you is a privilege, and not regretting what you gave. A reflective quote for Xennials who overshared on early Tumblr.

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Black serif text on a plain white background reads: "Not everyone deserved to know me, to touch the pieces I so freely offered before I knew that knowing me is a privilege; my time, my heart, my trust. But I don't regret it. Maybe they needed those pieces of me. Maybe they learned something. I know I did." Below it: "Stephanie Bennett-Henry".

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