People are pieces or wholes. I know someone who's just him- he doesn't need anybody else. He doesn't mind other people, and won't seek them out. I found an acquaintance who's always a half. Constantly searching for a temporary soulmate, she'll only become content when she can find someone to make her whole. And while no one tends to take notice or care if they're broken or bandaged.. or just fractional segments in something much larger, it's comforting to know that even if it gets hard rolling along as a half circle, there's someone else thinking the very same thing.
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