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This is just a random poem or something. It won't be poetic but I'll write this one anyway.
Btw I'm not really in a writing frenzy rn.

Oh, how I realized that I'm still missing a piece to my heart. But I'm not surprised since my heart has been shattered a bunch of times.

I've been missing bits of it. Bit by bit, they're always off somewhere hiding from me since they're afraid of me breaking them apart again.

Until this day,  I still seize my moment to link all the pieces together and find the answer I've been asking for. But until this day, I still haven't seized it.

Meeting someone isn't enough, it's just an excuse to find that person who will fulfill you with unconditional love that doesn't exist at all. People like them don't exist to me.

I still wonder today if I'll ever find someone to love me enough for the both of us until I learn to love myself. But I also still wonder if it'll ever last.

That missing piece is still hiding somewhere but I've been searching top to bottom, left to right to find it. But that missing piece just seems to never exist at all.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I'll never find that piece. Maybe I'll never fulfill my heart with love it needs. Maybe I won't figure out who I really am.
I'm missing myself.