a puzzle is special in a way that every piece is important.
it will not be perfect if one piece is missing..
and we are like the many pieces.
we refuse to put the pieces together for this puzzle and refuse to even give a chance to be perfect.
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we should be working together.
but atlas, it is impossible.
i once thought we were good.
but no, what am i thinking.
we will never be.
and we have a month left..
* sigh *
although i am happy with life, i just feel that we have the chance to live the secondary life we wanted. but its impossible by the looks of this..
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