I can't help it, I love the broken ones.
The ones who need the most patching up.
The ones who have never been loved. And maybe I see a part of me in them. The missing piece, always trying to fit in. The shattered heart, hungry for a home. You are not alone.
It’s mad depressing when u eat the last piece of candy but you didn’t look at the bag and realize it was the last one so you could truly appreciate it for what it was worth