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Where do you look
When you want to find pieces of yourself

In people?
In places?
Or
In memories…?

In the almost encounters of love
Or in unfinished sentences

In words
In silences

My pieces
They are shattered
Lost

Maybe I will never find them
Maybe these pieces are not meant to be found
Maybe I will grow new ones
To fill these holes
This void

This void
That consumes me
My sanity
My peace

Peace doesn’t come easy
It comes from within
One fine day
You realise
You no longer feel this void
Everything is healing
Everything is better
The unspoken thoughts
That sounded like screams for help
I can no longer hear them
I am free

I am whole

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