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She is the half of myself, and I am the half of her.

When the separation of two halves walked in two different paths, She carried my half with her, and I carried hers with me.

The two paths struck in a circular motion and the halves eventually meet in the endless angle.

For twenty days our paths were in the same direction, where I, was stuck in an illusion, for I am never complete without my own self to be whole.

And i gave the half of my whole to her.

And she gave the half of her whole to me.

twenty days I felt eternal.

twenty days she felt home.

and the path separates to a road called hope of another meet. 

But now

My whole is her.

And I am nothing. 

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To me, it is not about getting over things and moving forward, it is about going through the sadness, taking some of it with you and being made whole because of it.
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Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

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You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.
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