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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Futile

It is like I had been but a singular half,
With just the silhouette of my other side etched into being
I was but yet a hollowed person
Not so a whole
And all I was needing was a way out
Hoping as I did my life would flash
And that missing pieces would be found
But that could not be so
And suddenly
You were there
And I had found my Missing
And I realized
I had no need to be through
And I could become a whole
With the one half of you




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