Beneath your trauma lays a beautiful flower, it’s screaming for attention, it needs your care and affection. Mistakes will bury you alive if you let them take the driving seat. Hang your head low, but to rest and nothing more, know that life is precious and soon enough you will have your tribute. I know how much you long for death. I know how long you have been traveling on this train to nowhere, but KNOW, there is light trying to guide you across, it is trying to ignite your flame so you can see beneath your trauma. Find the flower, you are pure.
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