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what's the point of giving yourself to someone if they don't want you.
what's the point of spending every second trying to impress someone who is blind for you.
i don't see the point in giving it all up just to never get anything back.
who never needs and never wants?
putting myself together just to find that a piece is missing from the box.
for ages, not you, to, anyone but you.
force the last piece into it's place and think.
how long do you leave your puzzles on display before returning them to the box?
it's the idea that's so fascinating.
the process.
the finished product is never enough.
put me away for now.
bring me back out again on a rainy day.