so here I am. a petty thief, a terrible mother, a slut, a whore, a bitch, a cunt.
and?
am I not still worthy of investment?
did I become untenable, obtuse, distasteful?
have I mutated to a form that is unrecognizable in it's deformed attempts at love, it's crushing softness a volatile brick in your belly?
I cannot change.
my wings, while clipped and mutilated, are still in good repair.
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