The story of OTF through the lens of a lover & partner.
The sadness, the wounds, the pain, the suffering... the darkness must be endured before learning to appreciate the joy in sources of light which illuminates humble beauty. 🖤
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DAMAGED GOODS Unfixed. Worthless. Hopeless. Overlooked. Bypassed. Lonely & sad. Angry, bitter, mad. Broken. No way to be remolded. Intangible. Unseen. Unheard. Scarred. Bizarre. Unwanted. Unpleasant. Damaged.
I wrote these words as I lay crying over a man that broke my heart. He chose other damaged souls to ponder. My mind is left racing with thoughts of why. Is their hurt any better than mine? My soul lays in the dark. The darkness is overwhelming. My heart is crying for light, for an ease of pain and just a drop of joy. There's silence around me physically, but my mind is crowded with anxiousness from being stigmatized by the label they gave me. They being the mob. The ordinary people of the world. They instilled trauma and beat pain into my life. Then they labeled it a diagnosis. Mental health. Everyone's so afraid of it. Of me. The stereotype. Even those that love me so dearly. They don't know how to love my hurt, my pain, & my trauma. They despise how bold it is. How bold I am about it. I know I'm damaged. But I know I'm good. Just damaged goods. 🖤
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