And I guess I would love to fix a broken man...
To mend his dents and cracks.
To soothe his pain
To patch his wounds
To help him be proud of all his scars and made him realize that those scars were not a reminder of how weak he was for having those but a proof of his strength. That he survived and thrived.
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Randomly Collected Thoughts
Poetry...some random stuffs ...collected to express ...thoughts of the heart and soul