We were broken in our own unique ways.
We found each other in pieces.
We never hated the fact that we were a little like puzzles yet to be solved.
Not a forest of positivities, but a lot of backlog and unsolved storms.
But even our broken selves found each other and realised what the possibilities are.
The friendship that could be something worth writing poetries about.
A twin flame.
A broken twin flame, solving the puzzles for each other, not out of obligation, but pure love and passion.
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