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I'm piecing a puzzle, but i cant seem to finish it. I mean, its finished, but its not; its all there, yet something's missing; like, the correct complete puzzle, but somehow the pieces don't fit. So I fix it, at least I think I do. Rearrange some, replace some; finished? No, not quite. Now that I look at it, its worse... Can I fix this? Of course I can. So I do. This time its perfect. All the pieces fit, its wonderful, finally finished! but of course I'm wrong, looks can be deceiving. What appears to be a finished, perfect, model of a puzzle, is in reality a forced fit. Simply gold plated, or cubic zirconia if you will. Maybe I can't fix this.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
Happiness
I'm piecing a puzzle, but i cant seem to finish it. I mean, its finished, but its not; its all there, yet something's missing; like, the correct complete puzzle, but somehow the pieces don't fit. So I fix it, at least I think I do. Rearrange some, replace some; finished? No, not quite. Now that I look at it, its worse... Can I fix this? Of course I can. So I do. This time its perfect. All the pieces fit, its wonderful, finally finished! but of course I'm wrong, looks can be deceiving. What appears to be a finished, perfect, model of a puzzle, is in reality a forced fit. Simply gold plated, or cubic zirconia if you will. Maybe I can't fix this.
erianna-hill
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
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