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Standing in front of a big iron gate  Waiting for you, waiving at you  To return home from long journey  From far, far foreign land away   Here you are, standing in front of me 
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A love, a memory, a habit, Eyes of lunar luminance and Fiery coldness- This is what I remember, This is what I know.   Urges to spend Unnecessary packages, bottles, and boxes
On whispered voice,  A secret to be kept.  My tale never known.  Read me in gibberish,  The title the key.  Mirror identity. 
We go about day to day seeking... Shelter, Food, Safety.   We go about night to night hoping.
Life is a puzzle A mystery Finding our purpose Is through finding ourselves Finding ourselves Is through our exploration Words coursing through our veins Yearning to share their secrets
Darling, come sit with me for a while. We can light a candle or two and watch old flames dance once more. We can speak of the past for a bit, simpler times where "I love you" was enough.
My disease is a giant puzzle. A garden puzzle, containing varying shades of green, some specs of pink and blue. I have a few pieces; some are part of the big picture, others are completely irrelevant.
Where to go What to do I'm so confused Heart aching  Torn in two I always knew Somewhere Deep inside This feeling  Of being lost But knowing And feeling
Life is like a jigsaw puzzleEvery person is a pieceYou don't know where they belongA friend could be the smallest pieceA loved one could be a bigger oneA puzzle isn't quite complete
An unsolved puzzle With pieces scattered  Not really sure how they all fit  But someday, they will make a beautiful picture Of all the things I have accomplished  Of all the things I've learned   
As a human, I am an enigma.  
One day,
When I look in the mirrorI am disgusted Turn   Tilt      Smile         Move on Not a piece feels rightArms too longMouth too smallHair too straight
I am labeled with words, Shy, reserved, quiet, And I am judged, For not going out more, Not having a plethora of friends. I don’t think before I speak, But I say what I mean,
I am a perfect puzzle. A miserable mish-mash of jagged jigsaw edges that never seem to match up. An array of sudden splashed colors that do not make sense.Unless you painstakingly,
When I dared to finally take my own steps, and when I dared to go my own direction, I found and learned about myself without the intention.   I left my home country and studied abroad
Poetry is a challenge It creates stress and anxiety I can’t seem to write My mind is blank   My thoughts are like a puzzle Everything needs to be put together Some pieces are far
I rather die... than force myself to sleep. Thinking that everything should be eiditic;
Surprising how easy I fall,
What matter is it, what lives, and what dies, if we are all one in the same?
My life a puzzle I'm put together to make a beautiful picture but when pieces are missing my image not clear. Someone will come along  and try to complete me, in reality they will try but not get far.
My heart broke a confusing puzzle But I met you And you liked Puzzles
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.
Being born to death is a lot to be said I nearly died so my birth was almost my death bed I later on suffered from a seizure that destroyed my old life I have now recovered thanks to those as faithful as a wife
In my puzzle, The pieces mold together, and can’t be rearranged.Each piece stands for a part of me,And every completed section,Is a window,Looking into my past.
Our fingers intertwine Stitching the hole that lurked in the Crevices of our hearts Brightening the eyes that took The hurt And warming our minds to the thought Of someone always being there
Picking up the pieces of a puzzle never seen the edges and the center a mess of human being the corners and the central piece the one that always disappears a puzzle of a million pieces
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Life is one big jigsaw puzzle, With all of our scattered and individual pieces. There are easy and hard parts, And we need time and patience to finish. Although we probably don’t realize this:
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