...you're not bad, deep down. Not many are. One misplaced step and the world crashes down on us. Something as simple as being raised by the wrong people, for liking different things, for being an outcast... for being an orphan who looked like a little girl.
The world shits on us all, Cheshire. All of us. We don't owe the world a goddamn thing for the treatment we've been given...
But for those who earnestly reach out to us... for those who dig deep enough, who get through our walls and our screams and our scratching, biting misery...
For those who truly see "us" as we were before everything went sideways and don't judge us? Who see us for who we are now and want to help us? We owe it to ourselves to go on from there and to work with whatever we have.
Whatever pieces we have left of our tattered lives, those pieces are ours. And if people acknowledge and care for those pieces, we should do what we can to become stronger, so we can hold on to whatever scatterings we have left with pride.
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The world shits on us all, Cheshire. All of us. We don't owe the world a goddamn thing for the treatment we've been given...
But for those who earnestly reach out to us... for those who dig deep enough, who get through our walls and our screams and our scratching, biting misery...
For those who truly see "us" as we were before everything went sideways and don't judge us? Who see us for who we are now and want to help us? We owe it to ourselves to go on from there and to work with whatever we have.
Whatever pieces we have left of our tattered lives, those pieces are ours. And if people acknowledge and care for those pieces, we should do what we can to become stronger, so we can hold on to whatever scatterings we have left with pride.