of course,

there is the special people,

the ones who notice things,

but do not anger.

the ones whose hearts remain taped/glued/mended/held together.

the ones who do not have cups taped over their eyes,

making their vision blurry,

only able to see what is directly in front of them.

i have not a single person like this in my life,

i only pass them on the street,

sit near them on the trolley,

or catch a glance of them walking past my window.

i suppose its good they aren't in my life,

for i am sure i would break them,

like i have broken all that have come before them.


my only wish is for a bottle of glue.

The End

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