He couldn't believe it. It wasn't him who had held the red hot, piece of iron to her skin. He put his head in his hands and let his frightening memories swirl through his head.
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
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