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Little Pieces
Does it ache to know, you aren’t what I’m aching for? That all the little pieces of your scattered thoughts come back to me, And all of my little pieces fall into one Whose not you? Do you think about that night, where you did not put up a fight? That night I found myself In pieces Picking them up on my own Does it hurt to know, that you now aren’t the missing part to my puzzle? That every Little piece Fits together right where you were never supposed to be Do you now realize, That all your little pieces Are now permanently scattered And you find yourself, alone, Putting up a fight Picking up all your Little pieces As mine are intertwined, In someone’s hands Who will never leave them Scattered
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I love people who teach me something new. Expand my mind. Talk to me about the universe. Share your dreams with me. Take me on a mental trip.
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what does it mean when they always come back to you
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“I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.”
— Sara Quin
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“At the end of the day, you can either focus on what’s tearing you apart or what’s holding you together.”
— (via purplebuddhaquotes)
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An apology without change is just manipulation
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