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Feb 2020
i remember the time where i started feeling this kind of numbness
a child with a free mind, a pure soul, with endless smiles
devastatingly tainted by early traumas that dominated the calmness
i feel like i was doing something i can't
as if i'm breathing, yet not living, at the same time
a hole wishing to be filled
a meter wanting to be fulled
a puzzle waiting to be finished
but you,
you fulfilled everything
i was incapable of completing
you're my missing puzzle piece.
thank you for making me feel whole again.
july
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july  19/Pangender/nowhere
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