I'll dress your wounds With mild antiseptic Spread some healing balm on I'm not a trained physician But I know trauma causes bleeding Several trauma has taught me How to bind my wounds Without a sigh of pain. I'll break your boundaries Make some space For your growth and health I'm not a trained gardener But I know first hand How I hated to be defined By standards By rules By anything Not even a title. I'll let you run wild Chase the dreams that haunt your daylight Let you scream Scream out the words from your heart Act out your mind sculptured script Act out every scene Every act of greatness Every bit of grace Giggle, laugh, scream Learn, live I'd let you be the real you. '8:45pm march 8 2020
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