Life is a puzzle. Where do the pieces fit? Which do I start with? Sometimes you get so frustrated trying to figure out where a piece goes, you jam it into the wrong spot, tearing and bending it. You say that it looks like the same background and that it'll work, but just one piece can determine whether the grass is in the sky or if the clouds are on the ground. You don't realize how important all of the pieces are until all of them come together and create the image.
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My Constellation of Poems ⭐️
PoezieWe ourselves are a lot like stars. We look around and see that we are surrounded by others. Millions. We are no different. You see, but we don't realize our ability to shine bright, or that a child may be looking out their window wishing upon us. We...
