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Puzzles. My head is one huge box for all the scattered pieces of my thoughts. You know what you want: a finish puzzle. All the pieces fitting together nicely to display a picture or something like that. But the first step is always the hardest. Where do you start? You're lost in the midst of all the puzzle pieces that nothing makes sense to you. You try and you try but none of the pieces seem to fit with each other making you more frustrated. So you decided to leave them be for awhile. A day, two weeks, a month of not dealing with those puzzle pieces till one day you're fed up with them and keep them in the box where it came from. Tucking it away at the back of the book shelf because the sight of it reminds you of your failure to complete it. You then wonder why you bought it in the first place. So much hope in completing it but ended up wasting so much time just staring at the pieces trying to make sense of it all. You just have to accept the fact that you will never have the satisfaction of putting that one final piece in. That one piece that completes the puzzle to reveal the picture it holds. So there the box of puzzles will be, tucked way back of the book shelf collecting dust and spider webs, forgotten after time.