some things need to
fall apart to make way
for better things.i wonder how many times
i'd let myself fall apart before
i finally meet you.i hope i won't get tired
of waiting for that day
because each time i fall apart,
there's always a piece of me
that can never fit through
those cracks ever
again.
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spectrum of love
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