Thursday, April 24, 2008

I'm the disease; I'm the cure.

Broken; and I don't need to be fixed.
Lost; and I don't need to be found.

Even though in pieces, it's still me
Even if disappeared, it's still me

And myself is what I need,
To break and to be fixed; To get lost and be found.

That makes me beautiful...
...and beautifies everything else

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