It
really
isn’t
you,
it’s
me
You
deserve
to be
happy
But
you
won’t
get to
share
In
anything
with
me
But
sadness,
heartache
and
despair
And
untold
misery
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It
really
isn’t
you,
it’s
me
You
deserve
to be
happy
But
you
won’t
get to
share
In
anything
with
me
But
sadness,
heartache
and
despair
And
untold
misery
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Did you know that many youths now refer to themselves as damaged goods and see it as a good thing?
Great piece.
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Really? I had no idea 😕
Thank you for reading and the follow! 👍🖤
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You welcome
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Lol what? xD What a thing to aspire to! Hahaha.
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ikr!!!
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Bizarre 🤔🖤
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so bizarre!
anyway
stay safe
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Lol 😆
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🖤
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🖤🖤
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Maybe that’s what they need now?
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Maybe… 🖤
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🤗💙💙🤗💙🤗💙💙🤗
Damaged goods to one person are hidden treasure to another! 😉
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Perhaps 😉🖤
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If you weren’t damaged goods, would you be writing such brilliantly incisive and sarcastic poetry, alongside the darker ones?
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Hmm, perhaps not 🤔🖤
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You’re buried treasure to me!! 🤗
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I mean hidden treasure!!! 🤦♂️😅
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🤣🤣🤣🖤
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Get a dog and you’ll never be damaged goods 😁
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Haha! Very true! 🤣🖤
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😄🐕🦺
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