25 February 2013

You throw dirt at me,

You cry on me,

You hit me,

You scar me

But I grow

And with every cry, hit, scar and dirt you throw at me,

It shapes me.

If you don't like how I look

Then take care of me, shape with your love and it will show through me,

I grow from the way you treat me.

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