Mending

Healing means put together and unite what has been broken

But all the pieces just keeps on falling apart

A dead flower is dead not ever to blom again

But how to know what is dead or just very broken

Trying to mend what is broken with any tool I can find

But without understanding any tool is useless

You cannot make a flower blom with a hammer

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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