Some hearts travel alone, some stay tucked up where they are. As for us we are broken, we are scattered here and there. Never in one place for long, instead we wander picking up the tiny pieces, trying to put ourselves back together.
At first there was just one, but as the jigsaw was slowly pieced together a haven for the broken had been created. Simultaneously the hearts beated, cried and most of all survived...
Once you find all the pieces, and recklessly manage to stick them back together, what do you get? Something that was once broken, but the proof of the hollowness and the past will still remain. Is there really a way to be fixed? Or is that once you're broken you are damaged for good?
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