Ripped Pieces of paper can seem like your life,
Where they have fallen apart during the strife.

Becoming a puzzle built up around your troubles,
Each tiny little piece a part of life’s struggles

As time goes by more seem to appear,
These tiny pieces of anguish, frustration and Fear.

At a closer look it can seem to be coming apart,
Looking down on each piece not knowing where to start.

So you struggle to fit each piece together once more,
But each time one peace seems missing that you never foresaw.

So just try to remember life is not meant to be trouble-free,
It’s the strength you show and to what quality.

So take a step back don’t delve to deep, as life is so much greater,
For when all said and done your just looking, at life’s pieces of paper.

 
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