If life is one big puzzle that we're supposed to put together,
I think I just found another piece that fits in mine.
The piece, while rough around the edges, is painted brilliantly with colors of kindness.
Glimpses of the future slowly become visible across a vast emptiness of a story that's dying to be told.
Of a picture that's dying to be painted.
It's a little piece that fits, but it grew my heart a lot.
rose colored glasses
if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die
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