love is an open window, but it closes when you finally decide to go through, if only I knew what was waiting on the other side, I should've gone sooner.
the puzzle pieces look the same but aren't apart of the same picture
we try to create our own pieces to fit but it'll never be the same as if it
were the real thing, and a crack in the glass separates her from him, the one table becomes two and the separation is the beginning of the end.
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