residuals

Damaged goods
Is what I am.
My heart trusts,
But my mind twists.
Damaged,
By lies.
Damaged,
By betrayal.
Damaged,
By rage.

Damaged
By the choices I have made.
And even more so,
By the choices I have not.
Here lies the doormat
Waiting to be cleaned.

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