The people she surrounded herself with were broken.
Their lives were messes that she tried to fix.
Their brains deteriorating from all the drugs they took, to stay numb.
They were broken people, shattered into pieces on the floor.
She cut herself trying to pick up the pieces.
and that's when she realized,
she found comfort in the blood,
because it was familiar..
and maybe she was broken too.
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