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The only thing I must do right now is stay calm.
This urge.
This feeling of resentment.
The feeling of an unmatched soul.
I cant find it.
I belong to something.
To someone.
The peice of a latched soul that was half brocken.
Im a half substance of that behavior.
Skin of diffrent patterns.
Like solar sement indulged with contracted DNA.
That form of a lost combined tectrus.
The parthonian organs of a sandstorm.
And his love to find me.
I might throw things for a while and fill up a tantrum enough to blow out my half species.
But I will find him.
And he will, me.
