The Missing Peice
She is the missing piece.
The one that was opt for somethig great..
To be a part of something much larger than herself alone,
to somehow make something complete.
One day though...She was misplaced.
Maybe accidently bumped off the edge..
..Or dumed into the black abyss.
One day they will notice she is missing.
That she is Important, and needs to be found.
But wait,..
She no longer longs to be found.
She has made a new friend,..
Solitude.
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