home – n.

there’s an aching in your chest. like the needle of a compass, it pulls you towards places that make you hurt in the best of ways, people that feel so familiar you think you might burst. like parts of a puzzle, you take out your scraps, and they theirs, and you fit them together where the ripped lines show. pieces are missing. they always are.

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