Worn out places, worn out faces.

The world is an ugly stew. A vicious sea.
Glass made to be broken. Confidences are made to be betrayed;secrets made to be revealed. Love destined to end in disaster and tears. Hearts made to be stamped on until nothing remains but broken pieces. Hopes and dreams made to be shattered. Iron turns from a proud,shining silver to the red-brown of rust, its strength buckling and crumbling to dust.
Happiness; a fleeting emotion that can change to despair in the blink of an eye. Too transitory, too despairing. The voices of a million suppressed souls seeking utterance,the wail of a billion broken hearts like grotesque music. With such bitter ugliness,its a wonder beauty still exists.



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