white label mistress

by Rachel Lynch in


I was tossed aside, like used goods. I didn't think it was possible for a person to be all used up, but apparently it is. At some point, I was thrown, although, I wasn't aware of being mid-air until right before I hit the ground.

Human connections are what we thrive off of, it's the only thing that actually creates happiness. Apparently, he didn't understand that. He'd rather be alone, it the depths of his own mind/thoughts. That was more intriguing than my presence. Fair enough.

The kind hand can only be extended so far, once you begin to feel the negative pull of other's demons, it's time to let go of your tight grip. It isn't that you're letting them slip, but your preventing yourself from the fall.

photo by monica baddar

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