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Hope for a broken soul. |
| Damaged souls, inside the wrecking yard of life. Broken, wounded and discarded, ripped apart piece by piece. Useless, forgotten, rusting away underneath a pitiless sky. They wait, silent, weeping, and always asking why. No future to be found only memories of the past. A man comes along, searching One soul notices dark muses fluttering away. The man stops, studying this broken, full-of-holes soul. He reaches out with a single light touch. The soul becomes whole, finds it has a future. Salvaged, and useful once again. |