"I could live with just these eight friends."
I now truly believe that it is possible to jinx ones self.
Roughly two months after posting that, those eight friends,
shattered, sending each person in a different direction.
Some regained composure and fell back into place,
others were not as fortunate.
Some were so cracked and disformed that they were unable to be replaced at all.
Others, like you and I, were left splintered,
able to fit together, but not the way it used to be.
The beautiful portrait, that once shown proudly,
is now simply a copy,
it can never be as good as the origional.
"Will we make our mark this time? Will we always say we tried?"
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