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A jigsaw piece tumbles into the world
So many sides
Who will I fit with?
Which is my best side?
I don’t like the shape of that side
I wish I was like that piece over there
Such beautiful shapes
But that’s not me
Maybe that’s why I don’t fit with any other
My shapes are all wrong
So many pieces
And none of them fit
When I was young
I thought I would fit with so many others
But now I see
Only a few fit together perfectly
It’s rare
It’s surprising
Will the other piece know they fit?
So perfectly?
If a shape fits
Not partially
But beautifully
Matching the contours
Of one of my sides
Hold on
Don’t let go
You may not find another
For such a long time
A perfect match
A perfect fit
Don’t let go
Finding Something from Nothing 
You are searching for shapes, pieces, to fit together, the different pieces of your own shapes are different from others, I would say, all your shapes are your own individual
pieces. To accept every part is necessary for your identity. Useful to fit together.
Well sometimes it seems to be difficult, but possible. Like a treasure to hold. .
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