Sometimes it feels that life plays with us by turning us into puppets for its fun so that it makes us, who are unaware of this dark play, dance to its tune to perform a tragic show, and we play our characters to perfection.
We draw a loving image of a person in our head, and we assume that this person can never do any wrong to us. But when the beautiful image is shattered... it hurts us the most... the little pieces spread evenly on the floor.
The broken image looks ugly now. However, we are the ones who are actually broken at that moment, because it's not just love - but also our belief - the strongest one - it's broken now.
They confront us and give their shallow excuses for the sins they've committed. You can see right through them. Naked and real. You take your eyes off them, and their presence makes your blood boil. You look away in grief as once-the-used-to-be-beautiful image doesn't seem to be beautiful now.
We draw a loving image of a person in our head, and we assume that this person can never do any wrong to us. But when the beautiful image is shattered... it hurts us the most... the little pieces spread evenly on the floor.
The broken image looks ugly now. However, we are the ones who are actually broken at that moment, because it's not just love - but also our belief - the strongest one - it's broken now.
They confront us and give their shallow excuses for the sins they've committed. You can see right through them. Naked and real. You take your eyes off them, and their presence makes your blood boil. You look away in grief as once-the-used-to-be-beautiful image doesn't seem to be beautiful now.
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