when i was younger i made up this story
that i was connected to someone else,
and right before i was born i was pulled away from them.
i didn't know who it was, or the gender of the person
all i knew was that the person i was connected to
was the person who i was meant to live with forever.
the people that are connected and torn apart are scattered around the world,
and the real purpose of our lives are to find them.
its just a matter of how when and where we will.
s alx.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem