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In the name of love I swear that I still love you But it's not enough

When you stop falling a hundred broken pieces will lie on the floor

i you will be amazed by how much a human body can bear before it breaks into thousands of pieces that punctuate the heart like sharp needles. And it doesn't matter how much you  try to repair it, because it's too ragged like the old bum outside the mall with only a blanket to protect him from humanities cold stare. and as we always tend to do, we put the blame on others. we almost persuade our selves to think that we are innocent   and we keep on screaming and slamming the door shut in front of others, even if we know deep down that the one to blame is our selves.   and maybe, just maybe, we do it because