I never chose the broken biscuits. I always disliked them. I pick the perfect ones with no chip or scratch.The choices we make show us who we are. I was a naive kid back then. There’s a naivety in the perfect little things without scars. It’s not the strongest one without the scars, but the one which didn’t face any hardships. It’s not the weakest ones that break, it’s the ones who didn’t give up until the end. There’s a beauty in the failure which comes after our hundred percent. There’s a strength in the broken pieces which held everything together once, So it can be mended and forged in the light of its failure to be born again anew.
The very heat of
Flaws and failures of my past
Forge myself anew
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