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I wore my heart on my sleeve,

wrapped in barbed wire.

I wore a smile plastered on with glitter glue and tears.

I wore many a thing to hide the fact that I was a broken being,

left alone whenever others weren't talking about my or putting another golden dagger in my already bleeding heart.

Slut

Whore

Attention seeker they all called me.

It was not fair. I was innocent, with my heart in my chest.

Not a soul I let it's way into my life, or my legs for that matter.

They called me all these names,

said I would only fail in life, so I believed them.

I spent years trapped in cage of their doing, adn I guess a little of my own to.

But time heals all wounds, right?

How does a dusty old clock that does not exist fix all the problems of the world while creating more?

With little surprises and gifts here and there.

A little girl hears her mother cry for the first time, haunting her for life,

but gets put in a better home where she is treated human.

This created a dark cloud of mistrust in herself and in others.

A little girl finds she was meant to be a boy,

so he gets disowned, put into care of his father whom he never knew existed but as a faint mystery, and the best part,

finds love. Within thiss new found love, he found insecurities and fears he thought he left before the big move.

The two people mentioned, are but the same side of different coins.

They both look the same, but one is more rusted and beaten now,wh

ile the other has a new coat of polish and is feeling like a million bucks, this little quarter one.