Puzzle Book

I could write a novel of my life

The story so sad and quite contrite

the puzzle pieces broken

They no long fit

So many questions

I’ve had enough of it

All the secrets

All the lies

Try to feed me your “Truth”

One last time

It’s okay, I don’t believe

Save your story

It won’t work on me

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