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Jigsaw

Unearthed from the abyss of many many feelings during -The Dark Times. Daming feelings ate

My body is a puzzle many have attempted to piece fragments together.
Yes, I allowed them to. Even you.
We played the game. Many tries. Different rules. Changing characters.
And yet, all those times, I lost.
I was left still a puzzle: Incomplete. Broken. Damaged. Bruised. Hollow.

I was a fool to believe you they had the perfect pieces to fit

My awkward-fitting cuts
My stone cold curves
My impossible patterns.

Pieces that fit. Pieces that hug.
Pieces that make you feel whole
Pieces that make you feel alive
Pieces that make you feel enough.
Hugs that keep you warm.
Awake.
Safe.

No. Not you.
Not anyone.

Not even me.

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