Only silence, as its ending.

We’re broken and disfigured yet we remain strong and intact. Fixed together with superglue, all the broken pieces. We’re torn apart and smothered yet we’re dying to be together. We’re small and insignificant. We’re lost and homeless, but we’re alive and well fed. We’re in love. We all are, with the idea of being alive that everything that happens around us, ONLY makes us stronger. Withered and tossed upon broken glass, We’ll smile through our red tears. We’ll smile and laugh even though we cry ourselves to sleep every night.  We’ll dread the morning though we hate nightfall. You’ve given me some kind of strength or courage. I’m not sure what it is, but you’ve given it to me. I feel different. I feel.

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