I’m like paper… You take me and crumble me up into a ball. When I’m unwaded, no matter how hard you try and flatten me out to take out the creases and wrinkles. I’m still left behind with scars. You can label me… Call me what you want. Even if I don’t show it, it still hurts. Everything you say, can’t be taken back

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