You werent a broken boy,
I wasnt broken myself
we were made to be shattered
so that one day, we could join
and create something worthy,
together.
-She gasped, when their gaze met across the room, she saw it, that fracture in his eyes, resembling hers.
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THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
