What's broken can always be fixed but I'd be damned, because by now my pieces are shattered. Though they look pretty like broken glass sparkling in the sun. You can't fix it. You can admire it's temporary beauty, before you grab a dustpan and get rid of the waste. Because in the end broken glass is dangerous . So you do what everyone else does. Replace it with something beautiful and new.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoezjaMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
