She was a beautiful puzzle with missing pieces everywhere. Some say they were stolen, some say it was a work of her own doing. The fact remains, she was a beautiful puzzle indeed. Without them, she was still perfect, although never as much as when she was a whole, in her opinion. Truth is, some were stolen, because she let it be. Some were left behind, because she let it be. And only now that the pieces are so few that she can barely recognize herself. So few that the puzzle can barely hold together that she understood that she will never return to be the beautiful puzzle she once was.
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RandomJust random images or scenes I sometimes picture in my head or beautiful things I witness in my everyday life.
