Irreparable

What keeps me awake in the pit of the night is not that I’m broken, or breaking again, but that I’m irreparable, and there is little point in anything I try. It’s no wonder I often rise in the morning and feel the weight of futility, under a dawn thats pales in comparison to dusk.

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