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Some days I feel scattered, as if the pieces of me don’t quite fit together. They don’t form the picture of myself I would like. My mind isn’t where it should be. And my heart is always on my sleeve. My foot; constantly in my mouth. So, I’m forever moving the pieces around, hoping to find something that clicks. Sometimes I’m wild creatures, or quiet animals, other days I’m not even from this Earth.
But maybe I’m not supposed to be anything else but these pieces that are never still… Maybe I’m not supposed to fit.