i'm safely ensconced in the tiny attic,
strumming to the likes of bon iver and ' first day of my life'
close my eyes and lean back against the wall
as my voice floats upwards, a distorted aria
play until my fingers have lost all feeling
till the metal strings cut deep into my flesh
till the metal strings cut deep into my flesh
nearly-frayed skin
find myself fighting back tears
is this what brokenness feels
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