I try to put pieces of the puzzle together and make every single one fit, but I lose focus. And in returning to the puzzle, I receive more pieces even more jumbled then the first set. I struggle and struggle to make them fit. Taking one piece at a time, I rearrange the pieces until a sliver of the bigger picture comes to mind. And right as an image comes to light, more pieces appear.
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