You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view—until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.
- Harper Lee, To Kill A Mocking Bird
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Noah
They say time heals everything. But it does not heal anything; just puts another coat of paint on the spoiled canvas over and over until it looks just like a canvas of nothing. I did that until my world changed for good; that canvas of nothing finally had every paint of color sprinkled on it and I didn't want to cover them up—not anymore.
Only for the universe to fuck it up.
A body is made up of bones and muscles yet here is my body made of fucking glass with loud cracks right near my heart. One more punch to it, I will break, and right now, I want myself to break as my only hope starts to wither...