My dear

My dear 
Stop wearing your faults like they're treasure.
Stop opening wounds, never letting them heal 
And stop caring your trash like it's gold.
 life is worth far more than a moment of pain.
Then why are you making yourself a victim forever?
Trapped in a second of wrong decisions?

My dear.

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