i don't know why the holidays are so hard-
perhaps it's because we've all lost pieces of ourselves,
and only now do we realize
how many holes are within us,
how much we cannot fulfill.
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This Is Where You Learn to Move On
ПоэзияThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
