It's time to heal

It's time to heal, my friend.
It's time to heal the wounds that you kept poking.
It's time to stop creating more wounds in case you forget what it was like to be hurt.
You being broken will always remain a part of you.
Because this.... All of this until now has made what you are now.
Because we were too hurt we became blind to the answers.
We were so broken that we couldn't see that we had reasons to be okay... To heal...
It's time to heal, my friend.
So it's okay to heal. You did well, holding on.
- How?
Love yourself, with all your scars....
You've become more beautiful for having been broken.

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