Being feeling broken

Being broken isn’t the end of me… I may shake and puke when faced with the enemy but being broken isn’t the end of me…

I may break down and forget to breathe…

It will take time to patch myself back to life but being scattered around won’t be the end of me… One day I will gather my scattered pieces and stitch myself back together…One day I will raise my head and walk as worthy beings do. Yes, there will be a day when I will breathe again that day feeling broken won’t feel like a death sentence.

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