The Machine
Some people just like to hurt others. Some people are loose screws. They put holes in everything we need to live, or care to loose. They do it because they're sad, they were hurt, because they were abused. Now that machine deep inside them, rattles to its own tune. Every vibration snatching at others, threatening to loosen all of their screws too. Broken are we, should we come to do the same. It's better to fix things now, like loosened screws and tighten them with caring hands. Fix the engine broken, resurrect it once again. Change the oil, give it love. So the cycle, the cycle of broken ends.
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