If there is any beauty to be found in brokenness
I think it exist in the moment when you hit the ground and decide that it is for the last time.
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Dear Diary it's 4:48AM.
PoetryI should have been tucked into bed almost six hours ago. I should only be waking in as little as two hours from now. Where does time go? Why do i do this to myself? Dear Diary, it's 4:48AM and yet once again i am awake over thinking every last thing...
7:29pm
If there is any beauty to be found in brokenness
I think it exist in the moment when you hit the ground and decide that it is for the last time.
