Rag Doll
Broken fragile eyes
I fear for our generation
Cries and dark places never felt so familiar
Nothing feels better than hiding these days
It's time to change
Make mental health more aware
It's okay to feel this way
And every flower will bloom
Bloom loud, bloom quiet, bloom lively
Just bloom.
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