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I’ve tried to fit in the spot The hole where the puzzle is missing a piece To cross my arms and twist my legs, hoping to create the shape The shape that seems to fit effortlessly The shape that they crave The shape that they need me to be The shape into which I cannot bend Cannot shift Cannot be Leaving them to continue wishing that the last piece was not missing
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
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I’ve tried to fit in the spot The hole where the puzzle is missing a piece To cross my arms and twist my legs, hoping to create the shape The shape that seems to fit effortlessly The shape that they crave The shape that they need me to be The shape into which I cannot bend Cannot shift Cannot be Leaving them to continue wishing that the last piece was not missing
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26/F/WNY
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
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