Chapter 8 - Perfectly Broken

As I'm downing another bottle,[br]
my mind wanders to you.[br]
What would you think if you saw me now?[br]
Broken.[br]
Pathetic.[br]
Little ol' me.[br]
I can already imagine it.[br]
Your stunned face moving closer,[br]
You would take my trembling hand and say,[br]
"It's going to be okay."[br]
Because that's what you love to do.[br]
You like to chase away the nightmares,[br]
scare off the monsters that lurk in my mind,[br]
and haunt me when I'm all alone.[br]
It's what you love to do:[br]
Fix what is wrong.[br]
Fix what needs to be fixed, so that it will achieve your state of perfection.[br]
You would shake your head at my scars and say,[br]
"Don't worry, I'm here now.[br]
It's all going to be better."[br]
But dear,[br]
I don't believe in "Okay".[br]
I don't believe in "Better".[br]
I don't want to be fixed.[br]
I want you to love what I am:[br]
Perfectly broken.[br]

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