Take the most beautiful thing in this world and break it. What's left? Nothing.
The beauty is gone, the illusion is shattered, and that "thing"... whatever it was, is now just a mutilated afterimage. More than something that's not worth looking at any more, it becomes something that even thinking of disgusts...
Completion leads to beauty... And that's the beauty of not finishing things. If it's never finished, it'll never be perfect, and it'll never become something horrid once it decays.
Is that why I can't ever finish what I begin with?
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"Down, but not out, and far from done." - Incubus
Mint Raver
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He might not be smart, he may not know what's best, and he might screw up... But he'll always get up and aim up high.