In the broken pieces, we see a part of us staring back at the shards. Regrets on breaking does no good. The glass remains broken. But in each shard, you can see a soul emerging to be whole.
;A;...I guess...when one feels this way, it always helps to have good friends around. -hugs ya-
Anyhow...you're kinda right on how it doesn't matter whether one is whole or not in some ways. Even now, let's just say that I am not what I had hoped to become when I was 17...-sighs- Too many emotional scars.
Yes, it does. Friends have a way of making you feel better, even if they don't say anything.
I think it doesn't matter if you're whole. I think we're all born deliberately missing pieces of each other, because the people we love are the ones to make us whole.
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...on another note, I like this bit of froth.
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..I find myself writing more and more poetry this year. Hmn.
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Anyhow...you're kinda right on how it doesn't matter whether one is whole or not in some ways. Even now, let's just say that I am not what I had hoped to become when I was 17...-sighs- Too many emotional scars.
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I think it doesn't matter if you're whole. I think we're all born deliberately missing pieces of each other, because the people we love are the ones to make us whole.
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