Slot or slit, You decide.

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  • Dedicated to To my first love </3 xx
                                    

I've figured it out,

Found that missing piece,

And slotted it into place,

My jigsaw of heartache,

Now complete,

It's crystal clear,

My picture of pain,

I'm over you,

That's said to be true,

But now I've placed,

That valueable piece,

It's now known,

I'm not over us,

Or what we used to have,

Tears threatening,

To drown the image,

Rage peaking,

With a thirst,

To destroy,

My heart breaking,

At the picture perfect life,

I once thought we could have.

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