"I believe that someday all the pieces of me that I lost to countless people who left me will make sense. Maybe we weren't supposed to be whole. Maybe what really makes us whole is when we lose a piece of ourselves and someday someone different will come by and fill up our missing parts with theirs. And our lost parts stay with the person we gave it to to serve as a reminder that once upon a time we existed to love only for it to end. "
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕