“You are fit for nothing”, he thought to himself as the glass shattered, falling from his hand. The cut on his arm was nothing compared to the scar in his heart. It was not usual, that he thought himself to be impeccable and neither was his fault in it. After all, everyone is expected to be perfect. Poor soul, he could not understand that imperfection is perfection. No one ever told him. Only if he knew, another smile wouldn’t have been lost forever.
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