I'm  piecing a puzzle, but i cant seem to finish it. 

I mean, its finished, but its not;

its all there, yet something's missing;

like, the correct complete puzzle, but somehow the pieces don't fit.


So i fix it,

atleast i think i do.

Rearrange some, replace some;

finished? no, not quite.

now that i look at it, its worse...

Can i fix this? Of course i can.


So i do. 

This time its perfect.

All the pieces fit, its wonderful, finally finished!

but of course i'm wrong, looks can be decieving. 

What appears to be a finished, perfect, model of a puzzle,

is in reality a forced fit.

Simply gold plated, or cubic zarconium in you will.


Maybe i can't fix this...


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