Broken
Humans are emotionally just like any other object,
Once broken, crinkled or ripped they can never be the same.
You can glue the broken pieces together again,
But it will still be weak and eventually fall apart
You can flatten the paper out,
But the scars will never fade.
You can stitch it back together,
But the strings will fray.
Maybe broken is okay
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