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Dec 2019
I am a puzzle
that I cannot piece together.

People tell me I'm a problem solver.
I'm an advice giver. I'm an answer finder,
But I can't find the answer, or even the right questions to ask,
When it comes to figuring out my own mind.
I fix things - on a daily basis - but I can't seem to fix myself.
Perhaps someday I will find a missing piece,
Maybe I was incomplete all along,
Or some pieces got twisted, forced together the wrong way round,
And I just need to untwist them,
And the puzzle will be solved.
Maybe one day I'll look exactly like the picture on the box.
Until then I will be what I have always been:
Puzzled.
Kate Bethanie
Written by
Kate Bethanie  F/England
(F/England)   
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