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The Missing Piece
I am a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle.
If I could pinpoint who ripped me apart
And scattered my pieces like bread for birds,
I'm not sure if I'd hug them or hurt them.
I guess that would depend upon whether
Or not I could pinpoint exactly who
had put them together in the first place.
If I could pinpoint who ripped me apart
And scattered my pieces like bread for birds,
I'm not sure if I'd hug them or hurt them.
I guess that would depend upon whether
Or not I could pinpoint exactly who
had put them together in the first place.
Published 21st Jul 2014
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21st Jul 2014 10:56pm
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Anonymous
30th Jul 2014 5:10am
Many facets to our pains and pleasures many souls who uplifted or destroyed maybe both but all a part of us
13th Aug 2014 10:45pm
It's deep. Speaks of creation and adoration or contempt for the creator. Good write.
