There seems to be a questioning matter and scratching at my mind for my attention; that matter is damaged people, as of myself. Damaged people, it seems, are the most dangerous people to walk with us on the crust of this planet. They infect this planet with all the destruction their hearts hold, and that makes them utterly dangerous. People might ponder on why I call them dangerous; most people might be under the impression that damaged people are vulnerable, pathetic, weak, yet their expectations are fashionably incorrect and untrue. The reason is very simple: damaged people are dangerous because they believe that regardless of how damaged and diminished life might make them, they survived and are still surviving. Damaged people know for a fact that they will always survive anything and everything, because they have tasted the bitter hand of sorrow and agony; they know that they will be alive through anything, nevertheless. Damaged people are dangerous and always will be, because they have immense amounts of control over their personal survival mechanisms. Damaged people, contrary and adversed to popular belief, are actually of mighty and tenacious grips to endurance and survival of the countless predators amongst them. Damaged people are possibly the strongest hell-bound humans alive, yet receive no recognition whatsoever, only looks of pity and disgust. Such an afflicted reality we must also learn to accept, above all.
15/03/2015
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