What do you do when you are so far broken,
that the shattered pieces feel like normalcy.
When making mistakes and bad decisions are
the only things that keep you attached to yourself.
Never once was your soul pure,
but it was good.
Until you met other souls who would take that light away.
The wild nights and unruly people have become you.
They say we only truly accept the things we know we deserve,
so do you not deserve peace?
Those demons will always run rampant through your life,
finding someone who has demons
that play well with yours
is the trick.
-And it is just that, a trick.
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