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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,
sleeping, I should be sleeping, But you find me here up and writing keys clicking space bar tapping anxious but calm intervals of still and shaking
I am the clutter
Have you ever felt like you had no purpose. Like no matter all the crazy things you do seem like it's never enough.
  I’m the quiet one who talks too quickly under the bright lights of a school   I’m the one on the sidelines the only one watching without better things to do  
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