Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow i am the sunlight on ripened grain
Trust is like a paper once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again you can flatten the paper and try and make it as straight as you want but it will never be perfect again
You are perfect exactly as you are with all your flaws and problems there's no need to change anything all you need to change is the thought that you have to change
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