IT IS HIM
A part of my puzzle
the final piece
the piece that makes my puzzle complete
Continously scattered by blood
The ones who are supposed to keep the puzzle pieces together no matter what
Blood supposed to be thicker than water
but, while blood is busy tearing down your puzzle
water is busy helping you rebuild it
He is the final piece to my puzzle
the foundation, he is what holds all the pieces together
He is the piece that not only brightens the picture
but completes it !
IT IS HIM
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