[[picture prompt:
cometary]]
One by one, the pieces fall into place. One by one, it all makes sense.
And it is one by one, we lose that piece of ourselves.
That laughter, that we hold so dear, that smile, slowly is painted on thicker, and thicker.
It becomes pained... cracked, and with over bright eyes we see the world. But that isn't what matters,
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