Once was
Grab a paper and crumble it up Now uncrumble it and make it flat again make it how it used to look before you can't right? Now take a flower and squeeze it tight some petals fall out and the ones that stay are folded and hurt and bruised Make it how it used to look before you can't right? Now you know the effect of trauma Yes, we can try to heal to make ourselves like we once were But we will always be a crumpled paper or dying flower
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