Missing Piece
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The piece missing from every puzzle
And when found
I don't fit
Some will try hard
To press their thumbs
Jamming me in and out of every corner
Where I was not made to be
So many pieces,
Alone...I think to the days...Where they are not so dreary, not so chilly...The days not so shattered, no so batteredThe grey sky marks my pathThere's nothing to guide me now
