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He said he loves me, I told him I'm not ready.

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He said he loves me, I told him I'm not ready.


He asked why. I said I'm not healed.


Not healed from what?


From my own darkness I said.


From the demons inside me. Though I try my best to fight them. Sometimes they win.


Sometimes they overpower me. And they are cunning enough in convincing me that I won't be good enough for you.


That I will just stain your soul.


For I am a walking obliteration. And no, I am not ready.


And I don't know when will I be.



Grabbed from an old post HERE.



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