Broken

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Broken

I am broken, but not in a bad way. You see, my cracks, breaks, chips and snags are all signs that I am alive and I have lived. Lived a life worth taking a few scars for. Fought for a few things worth fighting for and occasionally stood my ground despite the opposition. A collection of skin, heart and soul trophies. All glaring and rough to the touch. I am a walking trophy room. I can look at myself and say: "Thata' boy!". I know I am not letting myself down and honestly that is all that matters. So, you can sit there and look at my "broken" self and sneer. Cause frankly dear; I don't give a damn.