Life is like a puzzle that needs completion using pieces from a mismatched set, trying to find pieces that will fit. You ponder if anyone will comprehend the image in the end cause pieces just don't seem to fit, as you try to mash them together, trying to make the image better. The picture becomes clear that the image is just a jumbled mess using puzzle pieces from a mismatched set.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
