Mess.

When you heal, you create. You write what hurts. You paint wounds no one can see. You play a sad melody. You dance to a rhythmic heartbreak. You sing someone else’s agony. You narrate tales of longing and belonging. You plant vulnerabilities. You sketch character flaws. When you heal, you create. And sometimes the only thing you create is a mess.

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