We are far more than the sum of our failures.

We must rise from the flame;

we must become more fearless after our downfalls.

Love the ones who have seen themselves truthfully in the mirror and hated their reflection

for they have the confidence to reveal who they are, to themselves.

In a body that's mostly human, mostly hurting, they have the power to look around a broken vessel to see everything that they loved soiled, but

those weak people have the strength to give themselves water and sunlight

And let flowers bloom where scars used to be


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