Mon, 11/02/2015 - 16:03 -- sjjeong

I am composed of chunks, small and large.

If you were to piece them together,

A mirror image of myself would appear.

I am fragments of my family, my friends.

I take the best,

As well as the worst bits and pieces

And mold myself together.

I have my mother's temper,

My best friend's humor.

Every piece is important, essential.

Without one, the puzzle would remain incomplete.

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