3. One More Cliché

Another cliché we all know so well, is this idea of soulmates. One never knows what is missing. I sure as hell didn't, that small hole even just the size of a pin grows and grows unless you find the right fit. This hole for me was full of bright colour and had edges that fit clothes, school, shoes, and music. But nothing fit every edge at the same time. Happiness was there in flickers and flashes. Bright purple, but that fades. Bright red, but that fades. The brightest yellow, and end is nearing, a degree and a new beginning. But that too fades and I fall down, down to that place of denial. I was hurt, damaged and fearful. I don't want to do this, I'm faded. This rut is cozy and this cake tastes so good...

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