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- She always loved the things that the rest of the world forgot, snails and slugs and the broken flowers. I think that’s why she loved me, I was another broken thing, that the world had left behind.
- Is that why I love him so much? Because he is broken? But I’m broken too, so it doesn’t make sense.
- This poem was not written by Atticus.
- TCM-I will never question your love for me. I was so broken and you wrapped yourself around me. I will live with regret for the rest of my life for the way it ended.