My puzzle was once complete you know,
Full of life, happiness, innocence, color...
Yet unexpected events fragmented my picture,
And what once was flawless became rigid.
The pieces of my perfect puzzle started to shift,
Some went missing and have never been recovered,
Others scarred and aged so, falling apart as you touch them.
What has happened to this masterpiece now in disarray?
How do you solve a mystery that you don't want to find?
Where do you go when the truth taunts you, chases you...
And you have no where to run away, to abandon, or dismiss?
How do you move on? When you never wanted to deal?
When you lose pieces of a puzzle, you throw it out.
Its unvaluable, you can never make a whole puzzle again,
So why do we expect a human who loses pieces of themselves...
To ever be whole, complete, and the same again?
....You can't.





~Amanda~
I love you dorkface. Cheer up.
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