When Our Paths Collide
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Last published Sun, Jul 13, 2025
We both were broken in our own shattering ways. Our bits and pieces were every where for us to find and do whatever. One of us wanted to paint a stronger image in order to be seen. The other wanted to raise the voice by collecting fragments who together can echo loud. One wanted to break like nothing else could ever be broken while the other wanted to rebuild. in this war of growth and tear, the tale of victory is yet to be broken.
Were we the missing pieces of jigsaw who had to put together?
Were we a good match of a sharp contrast?
Despite all this the common thing was a warrior spirit and both were fighters till the end!
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