I stopped wanting to relive the past
I stopped wanting to experience all that again
As beautiful as it was
It wasn’t all beautiful
If I went back to the past I would experience all the pain again
And that
Oh I don’t want that
I also stopped wishing I didn’t experience the pain
I started to see beauty in scars
I learned that each one made me who I am today
There is no way to be a butterfly without first going through the cocoon
There’s no way to go back to the past,
fortunately
Vanessa Campos

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