There is beauty in broken glass,
the way the light refracts.
There is beauty
in worn old paintings,
the way the image
lives through the ages.
There is beauty
in broken fragments,
torn pages, scraps of fabric.
So why do we look down
upon ourselves
for being a little bit damaged?
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Kyle
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