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Broken

Caught a cold… Then crawled out bleeding from a minor explosion caused by my imaginary muse…

Watching the smoke drift away in circles, my muse looked at me as if he saw through me and said, “The worst is over now and we can breathe again… There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight…”

But looking at all that lies ahead, I replied, ” ‘I don’t feel like I am strong enough… Cause I’m broken… And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away.”

He laughed and knew right away, the words to this song for the journey home. Well, a toast then.. To all the pieces of the person we once were before we knew too much, felt too much or cared to much.

The beast was here all along…