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Broken
We are all a little broken and that's mostly okay. But I've been broken and glued back together more times than I care to count. In the process pieces have gone missing and my hands have been cut. I've been bleeding out on the floor for so long I don't even realize it anymore. Before long there will be nothing left to put back together. The room is silent. Still. But my mind is screaming. Belting anguising cries of agony which only i can hear. Such a great effect and yet I do not know why. Why am I like this? I'm exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel. Right now it all seems pointless. The day to day mundane. The people. The future. It all leaves an odd flavorless taste in my mouth. I'm lost wondering around in the pitch black, never knowing when the lights will come back on.
