Just a little something I wrote the other night.
Damaged Goods
I feel so damaged like I'm not good enoug fo anything good.
That if real love does exis it’s not fo me.
I just feel like I'm not destine fo love and happiness.
That at one time mayb and somehow that momen lef and all that remain is a shell of a human.
That has a broken heart wit
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