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We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know that we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how we’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things that we can’t.

This is the story behind every person. There’s a reason why they’re the way they are. They aren’t just like that because they want to be. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it is impossible to fix it.

I am pieces of quotes
from my favourite books
stitched together by song lyrics
and I am glued together by
midnight conversations
and the sweet taste of tea that I carry to the dawn
and I have a tendency
to fall apart suddenly.

and I need you to somehow 
be okay with this
because I am created by
the souls who are brave enough
to gather all my tattered pieces
and put me back together

And Oh God, how I would love to be whole again.
To be Whole? Am I empty if that soul doesn’t put me back together?

Everyone says you shouldn’t rely on another person to fill the empty spaces in your heart. They tell you, that you are just as strong on your own. But the way I see it, some of those empty spaces are only shaped for another person to fill. It doesn’t matter how much I love myself or how confident I am, in the end I can’t hold myself to fall back to sleep, after a bad dream. Life is about love and love is meant to be shared.

Not that I am not complete; I am complete, and so are you, but then I am not whole, I need that soul. My soul needs that soul.

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