" I'll never be completely whole again. When people leave, they take a piece of me with them too. But when people stay, they give me a piece of them to fill my missing parts. That's the beauty of it. "
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
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" I'll never be completely whole again. When people leave, they take a piece of me with them too. But when people stay, they give me a piece of them to fill my missing parts. That's the beauty of it. "