Have you ever seen this really nice vase. And on the outside its so fucking perfect. You hate its perfection but can't really bring yourself to brake it. One day you do finally brake it. It shatters. All of these beautiful pieces fly across the floor of all vibrant different colors. You can easily make the conclusion that it was much more beautiful broken rather than perfect. Id like to think of people that way. Sometimes breaking their perfection is the only way to see their beauty. 

Or I could also be crazy, everyone else seems to think so.

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Here's some answers many are wondering or will wonder.

1. Sometimes relationships just fade.

2. I'm still a very lit gamzee.

3. Tav is still a really dope as person.

4. Shit happens.