Broken

Sometimes, I see through a person.
I see how broken they are.
I want to pat on their back and say nothing.
But I cannot..
Because that person is a stranger.
And I don’t know how that person will react to my touch.
Yet…
I wish I could do that.
I wish I could..
Because I know how it feels like..
To be broken and no one to feel you..
To be broken and someone embracing you…

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