The life of love
A knife cutting deep into the heart, pain along with happiness.
The tearing of a soul, breaking them, shattering them into millions of sharp pieces.
Is all hopeless?
As one might feel lost, another finds their way to the one crippled by the past.
Picking up their pieces, fixing them, healing them.
No more pain no more suffering.
Just them, just each other.
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