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Where do people like me go?

People who aren't the missing parts of anyone's puzzle.

That randomly exist, to keep others
And never be kept, where do they find their peace?

Do they stab themselves in the chest?

And break their own hearts,

And when the broken pieces fall off,
they find a way to fit in somebody's missing parts, to complete others.

Or do they feel contended and calm, as if their soul is not stuck in a storm?

And feel nothing, and then  everything at all.

They must be paranoid at times  when they can't decipher what's going on inside.

Or must they swallow the angst that's buliding up over the years?

Because they are afraid, someone might catch a glimpse of their face full of tears.

Would they matter to someone as dearly as someone would matter to
them?

Must they cherish if they are burrowed in someone's heart or must they perish if they are the reason someone digs up
holes in their heart?

Would they have eyes full of hope or eye bags full of despair?

Would they say it doesn't matter but be the only ones to care?

And I hope these people find their missing parts one day, I don't know if it's today , tomorrow, or the
Doomsday.

And their souls stop spinning in voids ,

May angels protect their pearly smile, and soft ribs.

So that they shine and whisper.

Ethereal, almost ghostly.

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