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The Missing Piece

want to be whole again.

You see this heart of mine? I can’t even call it a heart! For it’s incomplete like a puzzle.

There’s just this one certain piece I’m looking for. But I can’t find it. For it’s missing like a piece of earring in the midst of people.

I’ve been looking for years. But people say I’ll never be whole again. For I gave that certain piece to a special someone.

And they say he’s gone forever.

He just vanished, leaving me torn.

He just left without an explanation.

He just disappeared. And that’s why I’m searching for the last piece of my being. But it’s missing.

How about you? Have you seen your last missing piece?



"You need to get lost before you find yourself" likes: coffee ☕ || rain ☔ || books 📚 || music 🎧 || writing at 2 AM :)

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