Beautifully Broken
I remember sitting on the ground, cold and silent, off in my own little world. By then the world had gone numb to me. In the background I heard distant yelling, all a jumbled mess of non-sence that I couldn’t understand. All around me was pieces of glass and mirror tinted with a red liquid I now realize was blood. And I also remembered how it all came to this.
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Beautifully Broken, which
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BrookeCacophony.
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