Don't run my friend, don't rush my friend
Be still friend, they say the first cut is the deepest, what else can hurt you as it, you have felt the deepest cut, my friend slowly cover the wound with a bandaid, I know you want to look each time if it's healing, please don't let the wound dry out, it will always be there, Just be calm my friend find something less deep to look at. all wounds heal my friend, my friend what could cut you deep as the first one..none right! ! my friend don't dwell on it
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