Obsticles Of Life - Poem by Lost Sierra
Life is like a jigsaw puzzle I cannot finish.
There is either a piece missing
or a piece does not fit.
I get rather irritated after a while
but I am determined to solve this jigsaw
to the best of my ability.
No matter if, the frustration brings me tears,
No matter how long I search for the missing piece,
No matter how long I try to search for the right piece,
No matter how many times I want to give up.
I am determined.
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