Broken/Unfixable


I drank and I slept and then I drank and slept some more.

I did it again and again.

I drank and I slept.

I mourned not the loss, but that I was broken.

Unfixable.

To sleep is to escape.

To escape is the chance to live again.

 

 

 

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3 Responses to Broken/Unfixable

  1. Lawrence says:

    yeap I went through myself 10 years ago

  2. Lawrence says:

    Think on it….this is going to be an odd story

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