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This girl once told me she had a thing for broken boys She thought that broken boys cried on your shoulder And told you all their problems And let you make them all better And acted like you were their hero I had to tell her she must have never met a broken boy.

لا أبحث عن نصفي الأخر لأنني لستُ نصفًا. -I’m not searching for my other half because I’m not a half.

I’m still learning the art of forgetting.

I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice

But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.