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Nov 2010
I'm a puzzle peace that just won't fit
Yet you keep trying to force me to conform.
No matter how much I complain you won't quit.
You keep trying to mold me into a perfect form.

You can't appreciate what makes me unique.
You believe I'll be happier without a name.
No matter what you think
I will not allow such shame.

You tell me I could be perfect
If I just listen
But I know it won't be worth it
For inner shell would thicken.

I am piece h
I fit where no others go
For as we age
We finally start to grow.

Humanity is a mystery never to be solved
Ever since the first day we evolved.
Written by
Michael McCurdy
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