Like a puzzle piece that looks like the rest
Trying to find its place
Only to find its edges dont line up exactly.
Finding no match, but seeing something close to it,
It forces it’s place in the tapestry
Either forming a gaping hole in the image
Or snapping back out because of the tension.
How many times must it snap back,
For us to realize its destiny might be a diferent one from the others.
Maybe, just maybe, this piece can be it’s own image.
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