Thursday 12 February 2009 (1146h)
By Margaret Nicolas Decena Alpajora
Pieces of the puzzle
They don't seem to fit
Causing confusion
Hit after painful hit
The pieces if my puzzle
They trouble me so
I think I'll leave this for now
Try to solve it tomorrow
This puzzle, it taunts me
It's laughing in my face
It's trying to destroy me
Tryna make me lose this race
Day after day, night after night
This puzzle's got me screamin'
I leave it for the next day
Still it stops me from dreamin'
This puzzle, I hate it
It's causing too much hurt
So the puzzle, it's gone now
I threw it in the dirt
To get rid of crazy problems
Is more or less the same
Forget them and be happy
Or you'll lose out on the game
xoxoxoxox
12 February 2009
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