The peices don't fit.
A puzzle, no longer useful.
Peices distorted, broken, the jagged edges cut the hands.
Never to be put together again.
Stuck in a box for the rest of eternity.
Untouched and waiting.
Waiting for the peices to be found and assembled.
Waiting for him to put everything back together.
Until then. Alone.
Please tell me what you think
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awee this is so cute i mean. welll like in an empathy sort of way or something, ya know? i mean i totally can see where you are coming from with this. my boyfriend did the same thing. hes such a dick. gosh. ugh.
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The puzzle can have so many references. Like feeling as though throughout the years people have played with your puzzle, dropped it, picked it up...and over time you lose some pieces, so never again can you ever be whole.
The lost purity and innocence of a child.
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