why does it feel like every single thing fits right into place
like a jigsaw, each little shape interlocking where it belongs
it’s all coming together, and i’m starting to see the full picture
i’m so excited and i hold my breath as i watch them cozying in
but then i can’t find the last piece, i know it is somewhere
the view is magnificent and i can feel my heart quiver
i know once it’s finished i can finally be at peace
but i can’t find it anywhere, and i’m becoming desperate
do i give up and accept this future without it?
i take a step back and realize, it’s not the puzzle that’s incomplete
it’s me.
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