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Puzzle for a life
the pieces are scattered, like my mind, the pieces are broken, like my heart, the pieces are being put together again, like my life, but when i see his face, my puzzle breaks, scatters, and falls apart, because i can't stand to be alone, i break down and cry, and this puzzle is my life, and i can't be put together again.
Not With That Smile
You are totally together as a writer and the heart mends in time. write it out - i do ~A~
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