I've lost a piece of my puzzle. Actually,I've never had it. But I'm convinced that it still exists somewhere. I've looked everywhere for it. But I can't seem to find it. Sometimes, I think I've found it. But it never exactly fits the way it should. I try hard to bend it, to make it fit. But it just messes up the rest of the puzzle and sends its picture off-course. So, I end up starting all over again, Looking for the thing called Love. I'm lost if I don't have that special peice. It doesn't matter if all the other pieces are there, cus without that piece, you can't finish the puzzle.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this years ago when I still hadn't found Love yet...I was at that stupid age where you go around looking for it...no wait a minute..I still do that. The point is, basically everyone will agree that without Love, you seem empty. Like you're missing something. Maybe that last piece of the puzzle.
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