de·tri·tus: waste or debris of any kind.
even among heaps of decaying words, bits and pieces of life can still be found.
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you think that your tears are weakness your screams a symptom of helplessness but you see, it is not the flower's fault for being trampled on by the feet of ruthless strangers.
others have seized your throbbing heart devoured all the love it has to offer scraped out honey until there was nothing left and left behind only the dirt of their fingernails.
you should not carry the burden of shame or guilt that others have abandoned in your chest because you are not atlas and you don't owe the world an ounce of remorse.
the truth is, ever since you were brought into this world your defiant wails have been a sign that to cry is to be alive.
so when you're ashamed of your tears remember that water is what allows flowers to thrive and that even amidst the harshest devastation you will find daisies growing in between concrete's crevices.
when your roots are torn and frayed it's up to you to make a home out of concrete and have the courage to grow.
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