Surface Deep
When you look at me, what do you see?
Do you see a girl with some old scars
or do you only see someone who bleeds?
At a glance, I may look whole,
but when you dig, you'll find I'm broken!
Being broken doesn't mean less valuable...
it means it'll take longer to see worth.
Is someone gonna fix me - I can only hope.
Putting the pieces back together won't mean that I'm perfect, it means
I'll be healed - healing.
Scracting the surface isn't good enough
Dig, Submerse yourself to finding out who I REALLY am...
It won't be easy but it will be rewarding.
Don't be a mirror
Be a miner, a plunger,
a Truthseeker - nay Truthfinder!
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