My spirit is bent and broken, my soul mangled and gaping, my heart torn away and shattered upon the ground. The darkness that surrounds is a friend who covers the wounds, the bleeding and the pain. I am but a shell of the person I once was, the person I so wanted to be. Curled in my place, the tears fall silently, silently away from anyone to see or hear. Crawling out, back to this world, my head held high, my back so straight, I fight to face another day, a day that sees only part of me. Slowly i inhale and exhale, putting on a smile, holding out my hand, taking a step I continue forth. Down a path not chosen, a path unknown. I stumble and fall, another gash to add to the scars. I rise and walk forth carrying my wounds buried deep. I offer my hand in friendship, I offer my hand to teach, I offer my hand to console. I give freely what i have, expecting nothing in return. Take what I offer, accept what i give. I judge you not, accept and judge me not in return. My path has not been easy, my path has not been straight. But it has been the one given to me not chosen. Many come, some stay and understand not, others judge and walk away, a few see and understand............... just that I am.
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