In a hand is held the broken pieces. Putting it back together seems difficult. Like a puzzle, every piece is special to the other. Years and years of trying. Suddenly the urge leaves. Escaped with the last words, to bearable to even hear. A fake smile on a weary face. A tear shed upon a cold pillow. Softly, she creeps upon this world, unnoticed. Pain, she feels no more, only joy and peace. She is a soul lost, yet also found.
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