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Life seems to be a puzzle and often times we lose pieces or seem to not be able to fit them all together so we must find a new way.

Submitted: July 22, 2017

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Submitted: July 22, 2017



All the pieces are there, sitting on the floor of my room, I'm trying to solve a puzzle, but each piece inches me closer to doom. I worked on that puzzle all night, trying to force the pieces to fit, I tried every way, and every outlook, the frustration was more than I'd admit.

I looked at the picture on the box, but something didn't seem right, A story played out in just a thousand pieces, oh, it was such a sight. It was a beautiful house with willow trees and a mountain in the backyard, It was a house to be remembered, and nothing could cause it to be marred.

Was this the picture for me or was it just a dream? I've wanted more but have accepted less only to fulfill my needs.

I threw away that puzzle, since none of the pieces fit, I am not one for failure, but all I could do was quit.

I found one of my old puzzles in the stuff I'd thrown away, I never thought I would find it, nor need it one day. The picture isn't what I wanted, but all of the pieces fit, It was a modest house with modest shrubs and a plain lying behind it.

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