Much more than numerous times I feel
I am of a nuisance nuisance to this world,
like the one lost piece of a puzzle;
without it all incomplete.
Like the alpha of a pack
without it all would die out.
though those times are rare,
they are short living,
yet well lived,
though every candle burns out
sooner or later
it seems I am always welcomed to either.
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