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-- I REMEMBER WHEN THE WORLD BROKE IN to rip apart my soul. for years after ONE EVENT, i thought myself NOT WHOLE. my hours were spent trying, to fix it with TAPE AND GLUE. until one day i DISCOVERED, everyone else was broken too. here we were with PIECES OF OURSELVES in both our handsSO FRAGILE and so open, that i BEGAN TO UNDERSTAND, maybe i’d been greedy, to want MY SOUL ALL TO MYSELF. when it could be a lot more HELPFUL, in the palms of SOMEONE ELSE. now every time i go somewhere. i LEAVE APART OF ME BEHIND. and COLLECT ALL OF THE PIECES, of all the others’ souls that I CAN FIND. so when i’m MEETING SOMEONE NEW, it’s not just me they get, but also TINY FRAGMENTS, of all the others that i've met. and MY LIFE HAS BECOME MUCH BIGGER , , now it’s home to things so small. and if this is what BROKEN means, i do not mind at all. INDIE , OC MULITMUSE , PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE AS WRITTEN BY MAR