I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I tried to heal these wounds on my own.
Stitched them up with rubber bands
Smeared mud in hopes to camouflage the broken places.
But I know now.
I can’t heal these things on my own.
I’m sorry I am still a child.
Still pounding my fists and stomping my feet
But this skin is broken.
The rubber bands have snapped
And the mud has washed away.
But I know.
I know.
You can heal me.
So here I am.
Heart ready and waiting.
You can heal me.
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