I’m an Imperfect Being

Posted: July 5, 2010 in My Personal Life

Empty. Hollow. I could feel like there was a hole in my chest..

It was hurt. I felt my life was like a puzzle, which, there was only one piece left to make me complete…

Because of that missing piece, I was left as an imperfect being. It made me mingled in somber…

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