My Puzzle Piece

March 6, 2009
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My puzzle piece was once here, but now gone.
My puzzle piece is what completed me.
That piece that made me whole.

It was the only piece that fit me and what I do.
It was the only piece to have strength and truth.
That piece that united us as one.

Twas the piece that brought my joy.
Twas the piece that made my heart smile.
That piece that made it worth while.

The piece began to wear and tear.
The piece made everything unravel.
That piece that just told me lies.

In the end it was the piece,
That broke me.
That piece that broke us.

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