We were perfectly placed, perfectly disposed to one another. Our pieces fit so well together, not in the way that puzzle pieces are carved to click, but in a clumsier, more accidental way; we were a city skyline unplanned architectural mastery. Designed by the heavens, and you called me your angel even when I was undeserving of that accolade. Youd call yourself the devil and Id feel betrayed. Because for me, we were the same, either two sinners or two saints.
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