Broken Runaways
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They were so broken. Their minds and hearts were equivalent to a mirror that has been shattered. They were so alike. They knew each others pain. They understood it. They've felt the pain the other has felt. After the realization that they were no longer cared for, they left. They ran away. They were Broken Runaways.
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