Mental Health

The light said goodbye and it was heartbreaking.  The shards of her soul exploded from her as it departed.  Who would she become without this light that used to live within her? 

Imperfection.

I am imperfect. A completely jagged woman, of imperfect puzzle pieces, held together with string, crazy glue and some duck tape. Imperfect puzzle pieces that make up – me. With ruined skin holding in a physically impaired body, a broken soul that wanders as if its been locked in the desert for all of eternity […]

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