Dear Emily

Dear Emily,
I know the split that cleaves the mind, the longing for clouded truths
Puzzle pieces in confused boxes fitting together but looking wrong
I shall make my own picture, fitting together what I choose
Forced connections are new futures
the only freedom is fatal destruction
Forever Lost,
Z
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