If you love me, read the warning labels.
I crack under pressure,
Cry when the noise is too loud,
I bite when cornered,
And I break quietly,
Like a dropped glass no one hears
Until someone steps on a shard.
I come with damage,
I come with history.
Love me like a secondhand book
Gently, with curiosity,
Knowing some pages are missing
And some have blood on them
That some people have wrote on the pages
Leaving marks and tears.
So before you sign the contract to know me,
Peer into the instruction manual.
Watch the preview video
I’m a handful,
But I’ll give you all I have,
Good and bad.
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Author:
Molly (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 24th, 2025 08:32
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
We all come with damage and flaws as well as no warrantee. A good read
We all do and it's hard to get people to accept us that way sometimes. Thank you
A Lovely write saying accept me for what I am good and bad, get to know before you say you love me, very nicely written
Thank you so much, I really appreciate it
You are very welcome
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