I am broken. I am useless. I'm screwed up. I've been like this since day one. I am defective. I don't work properly. Can I be fixed? Is there a solution to the problem that is me? My mind, heart, and soul are are broken into many pieces. Can you they be put back together? Can they be glued? Or maybe you need tape? Maybe they just fit together like a puzzle. But maybe they can't be fixed. Maybe there are some lost pieces. Maybe you could make pieces to fit. Replacement parts. But what if those parts fail? Then what? Am I doomed to a life of defectiveness? If there a fix? Is there an answer to my question?
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Being Defective
PoetryTo be broken before use. To be useless before you can be used. There's always a fix to defective items. But what about defective people? Can they be fixed? Can they be put back together? Or will they be doomed to a life of brokenness. Is there even...
