Tiny Writes
Give You A Flower
I know that it hurts, even if you're not bleeding.
The scars will not always show.
Hundreds of people have gathered, some of them pleading.
Many of them you don't know.
The world doesn't hate you, why would it?
It watches with patience and pride
The world is your rock, your canvas and parent
It's waiting with arms open wide.
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This is breathtakingly beautiful!
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