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Every time I think about it…I’m missing a piece. I’m missing a feeling or a person or a piece of myself. Often times, I wonder why people don’t see what I see.
In the end, I’ve come to understand that even with the missing pieces to the puzzle, the image is always a clear one. Despite what EVERYONE has to say about something or someone, it doesn’t change that somewhere I am lacking that element that completes me.
Anyone willing to find the missing piece to the person I want to be whole?