Damaged people love you like you are a crime scene,before a crime has even been committed.
They keep their running shoes beside their souls every night,one eye open in case things
change whilst they sleep.
Their backs are always tense as though waiting
to fight a sudden storm that might engulf
them.
Because damaged people have already seen
hell.
And damaged people understand that every evil demon that exists down there was once a kind
angel before it fell.
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