We, the good humans, with our own broken souls, try to mend someone else's. We cry every night, die a little and when it's morning, we find someone else broken, begging for a pinch of love but not saying it; we forget our pains and start trying to soothe the one broken more. We lie that they're loved, we filter all the euphonic words of world into our talks just to calm down cyclones inside their brains a bit. We try to fill cracks of their souls with our own broken pieces.
To be honest, that's a noble intention... but we keep forgetting that broken hammers do not fix a nail straight!
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