It's like the wrong piece in a puzzle. Like a screw driver a little too big.
We don't fit.
After all these years you would think that we could have found a way to make it work, to conform to the other or even just grow a fond admiration. But it's not there. What wrong has been done to me? None. What wrong have I done them? None. And we still don't fit.
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AcakNot out of boredom. It's the little things that interest me and spark my imagination.
