pieces lay scattered tormented by the wrath of days passed possessing such an abstract nature eluding all sense of logic and reason. the few who attempt to solve the code surrender in frustration even before realizing the true nature of its complexity. the pieces no longer fit neatly together weathered gaps result from turmoil. obtaining simplicity is beyond its capabilities longing for the peace it once knew. its utopia has been dissolved. reality sets in for eternity. waiting for the day its saviour might come… …to understand the puzzle that is my mind.Birth sign: Cancer
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