“I want all of your pieces, the whole and the broken.
I want to be there from you when the world feels like a torture chamber with gravity for chains.
I want to hear about the universe you hide in your head, the questions that color your nights when life seems too black and white to be true.
But I know you don’t feel the same, so all of this is nothing more than the musings of another broken heart – mine.
I wonder when it will give up on you.”

Words: Maxwell Diawuoh

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