When a glass is broken people rush to sweep it up, it is too sharp. When a vase is broken people rush to find someone to glue it together, it is too pretty. When the Berlin wall was broken, they kept hammering at it until it was a memory. Broken down into tiny pieces. People would even rejoice in keeping one of those tiny pieces. Hell, I even have one. When something is too strong, everyone will come together to break it down.
Such was my effort, such was my compassion, such was my love. None of you want my strengths anymore. This week you all decided that what I gave you wasn't enough. What you both want is for me to shut up and listen to the fact that my words only complicate something very simple, you're better off without me. Thanks, heard it already on Monday.
I wish I was just pretty and sharp, then you would have stopped at picking me up and putting me back together. I'm not strong enough for these blows anymore. I'm a human being.
I concede, my words are now redundant. Choose yours carefully.
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