The trees bend, and stay bent, but reuse to break. Shifting winds whip through her hair, and she pauses to decide how much of herself she should let it take. Close your eyes, sweet girl, and smile in the face of it all. Rest easy knowing you're not like the others, and that there's a moral to your story. I understand the need for answers. I understand the hope for closure. But you'll get neither. You're not here to make sense of the scars, but to accept that they are meant to play a part in exactly who you are. Not everything needs to be understood to be appreciated.
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