Broken piano keys strike a missed chord. What you were hoping for is everything to stay the same, but the song changes. What was so perfect and beautiful is now imperfect and still perhaps beautiful.  Beauty lies in the heart of the beloved. It’s hard to strip away everything to find hidden treasures. It’s harder to be willing to look forever. Some treasures aren’t meant to be found.

There’s a broken soul over there. The one you’ve assumed was whole. The words you spoke unveiled no mystery. If only you knew…


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