I am broken.
Shattered.
Unfixable.
I am nothing
more than a
broken vase:
I am useless.
I am replaceable.
No one will miss something
so insubstantial
anyway.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoesíaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
