on breaking

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I love it when the most softest, kindest, most caring person known to the world slaughters another out of desperation, hands shaking all the while but eyes hard with determination; 

when the most hardened, most steadfast pillar of support—who has never shown a shred of emotion in front of others—nearly rips their own heart out as they sob their despair into empty space; 

when the bubbliest, liveliest, brightest ball of sunshine starts tinging their laughter with just a pinch of insanity as their eyes waver and dim—because watching people break has a sort of beauty to it, don't you think?  

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