Like plastering a cake that’s fallen apart with icing and hoping no one will see the cracks.

No one will taste the blandness.

No one will notice the mediocrity.

Taste the sweetness and forget all else. See the pretty eyes, not the broken skin. You won’t be bothered by the battered soul.

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