Oh, the broken parts of me....how they look like diamonds.
Beaten and dragged through the darkness, blood smearing like paint across the canvas.
What magnificent art I shall be.
This masterpiece is almost finished....and even as this soul, mind, and body gets tossed about.....
there's nothing that can keep the corner of my mouth from raising a tad.
For she knows what's coming...even if the rest of her can't quite grasp the truth of it.
Perhaps the idea that waiting until the new year to begin a resolution....a revelation would suffice....
but the truth is....
this one is a rebel.... and she says it will happen now.
The truth is....
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