Save me from myself.
I'm so afraid I'm going to tear this fragile little life by the seams, and when it is found, it won't be able to be put back together.
Broken. I am broken. I will always be broken.
"Vodka won't fix this
kind of broken. Yet it will
numb it, however
it pleases. And from
there, I'll stumble across the
courtyard into an
unescapable
paradise where birds sing and
bow down for the sun."
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