"I was raped 5 years ago and I still feel like I'm nothing but a piece of trash that he just through away once he was done with it!" I say to the beautiful stranger that found me on the floor and is now holding me feeling every tremble that I have and hearing every sob I make.
He didn't give me a look of pity instead a look of awe as if he was looking at something so precious but not to precious as he hugs me a little tighter and saying to me. "You are beautiful, and exactly the same awesome you were the whole time. Nothing can diminish that. It's okay to be hurting, you are not trash but a diamond."
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Life & Death
PoetryDreams do end eventually some sooner than others but it's true no matter how much I try to keep them alive they just end, you feeling like why try anymore and when a new one comes it feels like I'm doing the same thing all over again like I'm on rep...
