I know this is late, but who else would much prefer a view like that than some of the night stars?

Jesus, that was 2 years already
but seriously, there was a memelishious one coated in pepe and other thing.
And this is why we are thought to not exist :D

"Politeness has become so rare, that some people mistake it for flirting" - Unknown

Down the darkened alley,
A quaint store sits shrouded in shadow,
The home of the heartsmith this store is,
Here he fixes your broken hearts,
Big or small this shape or that,
He fixes the hearts you break,
Or at least, he tries…
There are some, too broken to fix,
Too shattered to repair,
And every time he explains this,
He grows reserved,
Clutching his fist over his heart,
Knowing the only way left to fix the shattered heart.
He tells them to return the next day,
Saying the heart will be fixed,
Leaving them unaware of his sacrifice,
He tinkers away, pulling a single perfectly shaped chunk from his heart,
To fix what has been broken,
In order to right a wrong,
He fixes hearts,
By sacrificing some of his own,
This is the story of the heartsmith,
Who gave the remains of his heart,
To a girl less fortunate,
A girl, without a heart,
So she may live, although he will die
This is the story of the heartsmith,
To people who help, at cost to themselves

if there were no inhibitors on your muscular strength, you could break your hand just by clenching it into a fist

Slep toight pupper