There are people out there who belong to the same puzzle as you, however you can only meet them until their piece is needed.
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Azera Baines is an average girl. She isn't a model, she isn't a genius, she isn't rich, n...
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She guarded her heart with a cage, one that was invisible to a wondering figure in her life, but noticeable to anyone who stayed long enough in her presence.
He painted over his wounds with a brighter colour, in the underlying hope that when it started to chip away, it would take the bits of dullness underneath with it.
She had been fooled one too many times by certain people, sold to believe her life's river led to the same ocean as theirs.
He had grown unbearably tired of the fake comfort and affection. Become sick of the sympathetic support, and the fact it was the closest feeling to care he would get.
They stumbled upon one another and silently wondered whether the pair of them were more alike than what seemed. As if though they had learnt to breathe in the same way, maybe just relying on their own form of air. That they were ultimately a part of the same broken world, slowly passing each day with a matching, awaiting stare.
