I'm broken.
There is no denying it anymore.
Slowly cracking and then suddenly all at once, smashed, like glass.
Stuck in one perpetual state, like a broken clock.
Slashes on my thighs, the like of which no one has ever seen.
Shattered heart stuck in my chest, unable to be extracted.
Cut down to the bone, hope to find some beauty there.
Instead, only what I already know.
I'm broken.
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