Disowned
How does it feel to be disowned, to be thrown out on the streets, to be unsupported? It's like your flesh being cut open and someone liberally sprinkling salt and spice on it. Although, you want to scream in agony, your voice is drowned somewhere in the din of your own inner hurt. You are so hurt that you even stop feeling it altogether. You want the moment to pass, but you know things will not settle so soon, it will take time, you would need to go through the motion, you would need to soak in the bitter moments that you are put into. You just fervently wish for one thing, strength, the strength to see it through, to ride out that wave, because you know you are made of better metal than the ones they think you are made up of. And, sometimes, you need to show them the finger...
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