Pieces.
I chose some parts.
I abandoned others.
There was a need to start over.
When everything fell apart.
These parts and pieces were given to me for a reason.
He has taught me to temper them and master them.
And now, a new story begins.
Told by each part of me.
Working together.
Rage. Redemption. Hope.
Unending.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah
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