I am so broken and don't know how to fix this
I look around and all I see is cracks and imperfections
Blemishes of hate and pain
Anger throbbing from deep seeded roots
There is beauty that grows from those wounds
Yet it's all too broken
Slipping from my hands and dispersing to the universe
Furious and exhausted I grip on to the edge of nothing
Considering the worth of feeling infinite
And broken no more.
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