Incomplete

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I feel incomplete.

It’s like a piece of me is missing and I’m endlessly searching.

I feel incomplete.

I long to feel at peace and whole, to find contentment in my journey, but life seems like a race that was never in my favour.

I feel incomplete.

And I want not to find what’s lost in another, for I will remain incomplete when she leaves.

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