Here’s to the broken people.

Here’s to you and me and the rest.

Here’s to hearts and souls

That beat and scream

And want nothing more than to be heard.

Here’s to us,

The runaways and the latchkeys,

The unlovables who are no longer unloved,

Because we’ve found our collective.

Here’s to letting our hearts beat on,

Now beating a cry that will move the world,

And here’s to letting our souls keep screaming,

Now calling forth a revolution that will shake the ground.

Here’s to a puzzle built of pieces

So bruised and broken that it can be called abstractly beautiful

As an encompassing whole.

Here&rs...

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