puzzle piece
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Sometimes I feel like boiling water Left on a high flame I will eventually boil over Or dying flames Left alone I will eventually fade Both of course are inevitable But I am much more then these analogies I am made up of more than my negativi
Picking up the pieces
of a puzzle never seen
the edges and the center
a mess of human being
the corners and the central piece
the one that always disappears
a puzzle of a million pieces
