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It’s weird.

Seeing things unfold in slow motion,

Puzzle pieces clicking into place,

Showing you clearly how heartbreak will come.

You hold your breath, turning blue, hope tearing up your insides.

Doubts thumping against your chest, propped up by each puzzle piece secured.

A new world this is, an unfamiliar playbook for a familiar pitch.

It’s weird.

Watching the picks strike your heart.

And knowing any moment now, it will shatter.

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