Missing Piece

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The piece missing from every puzzle And when found  I don't fit Some will try hard To press their thumbs  Jamming me in and out of every corner Where I was not made to be So many pieces,
Alone...I think to the days...Where they are not so dreary, not so chilly...The days not so shattered, no so batteredThe grey sky marks my pathThere's nothing to guide me now
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