I have people calling me stupid; I have people trying to bring me down; I have people calling me names; I have people indirectly hinting that if I can't write good English, better don't write at all; and recently I have people calling me something that I was not in the past. It's hurting but friends who are close to me told me not to listen to any of those. But what were said had already been said and left my heart with scars.
Take a knife, close your eyes and make random stabs on your cushion and look.
That is how my heart looks like; full with holes.
Stitching can never bring back the same old cushion again.
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