My presence is tainted, diluted by the harm of you. The trust my body shed for your warmth is unrepairable, the distaste you get from my name in your mouth is unworldly spoken by the likes of you.
However I will be fine, eventually.
With every fight, with every condescending word that was said I was reborn.
Brand new into this world I am no longer the same one you knew.
I was beaten down to the core 'til there was nothing left but these words I have to say.
To say the least I am hurt.
I am not the same.
I am not sane.
I am hurt.
Tired.
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