- birdistheword I, somehow, think I need to be fixed. That I am half and I need another half to make me complete. To make up for the things you made me think I lack of. But what I didn't see before, is that I am one. And no matter how hard the world is trying to destroy that thought, I'm gonna fight it away.
Everything are just thoughts in the end, aren't they?
Mostly, I am sorry that I've let you came into my life and make me think that I was damaged, half broken, that I needed to be fixed. Right on the time when I needed to discover that I was one.
I wish I'd known better.
But we can't know better until knowing better is completely useless.
Just tell me you wanna go.
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