Life


People make life out to be butterflies and rainbows.
But is that your life?
My life is a puzzle .
Piece by piece;
Day by day .
Pieces buried under pain.
A peice of friends flicking light in the dark .
A peice goes in a peice goes out .
Frustration loss gain
repeat .
But one day every peice will find it place .
Forming a master piece .

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