shattered glass

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A lonely soul may be a better one.
A lonely soul has never hurt anyone.
A lonely soul has never been hurt by anyone.
The lonely soul's mistakes are its own mistakes.
It doesn't need to beg forgiveness, nor being forgiving.
It doesn't need permision, nor grant it.
It doesn't need to worry about breaking other souls.
To crush them like a window hit by a baseball bat.
To step a puddle like a child with a pair of boots in the middle of autumn.
To shake them to the ground like a destroying hurricane.
To torn them apart like a piece of paper that can't be used any longer.
Or maybe that lonely soul is lonely because of all of this: the soul has felt this pain on its flesh.
And perhaps that is why it decided to run.
This soul is a shattered glass that has cut too many people.

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