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missing_piece
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blown cherry likes jigsaws
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I spent all day thinking about how the pieces fit. So many pieces of this great big complex jigsaw puzzle that makes up the great big complex mess that is us. So many pieces fit. So many slide together with ease. And they join up with the other pieces. They all link to make up a great big complex picture. But there is a piece missing. The bit where the love gets reciprocated is not there. There is instead a hole. But from where I am sitting I can see the entire picture, and my brain, great big complex organ that it is, automatically fills in the gap, following the patterns, and painting in the colours that surround it to enable me to see a complete picture in my head. I can imagine clearly the piece that is supposed to be there. The missing piece. But wait. It's not a missing piece. The piece was never there in the first place. The jigsaw evolved to exist without that piece. Even though the puzzle seems incomplete without it, and makes the surrounding pieces seem all jumbled and confused, and makes the entire picture basically incoherent, that is the way it is. Now it is simply a matter of getting my brain to stop resolving the not-missing piece, and accept the fact that the great big complex mess that is us, simply is a great big complex mess that no missing pieces can solve.
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reitoei
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actually the missing peice got left in your jeans pocket and has now vanished with a aging sock and that garish tie.
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020527
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devalis
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something missing you think it's me let me tell you I ain't the key with the many pieces that you've lost how could just this one have higher cost?
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oak barrel
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just one piece out of many but I thought this one would act differently I cannot underdstand how you could forget so completely We could be great friends.
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021001
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squint
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once, this teenage girl was telling me about how she ahd this theory that life was just a puzzle, and she wrote this poem about it and all these people thought she was amazing, and think about it...its like the box is our bodies and... i tried not to laugh. (it didn't work) [i wanted to tell her that metaphor is a rather common thing] (never bothered) [everyone lets ME have MY fun. she can have hers]
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021001
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squint
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are our bodies*
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021001
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megan
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time
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030301
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forever endeavor
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"I was hoping that I perhaps could roll with you..." said the Missing Piece. "You cannot roll with me," said the Big O, "but perhaps you can roll by yourself." "By myself? A missing piece cannot roll by itself." "Have you ever tried?" asked the Big O. THE MISSING PIECE MEETS THE BIG O by Shel Silverstein. ...heh.
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030301
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niska
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wow. i can't believe there's another person who had that book. it's a great story.
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030305
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kss
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make piece not war
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030305
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blown cherry
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I found the piece afterall. And now it all makes sense.
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030306
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god
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makes a puzzle more puzzling
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030620
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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