The smears, on my shirt.
The fixture of the blindspot, to my heart.
Finding life, in a 1000-piece of the jigsaw.
Walking hotfoot, yet always late.
Grapple, for opportunities.
Ending up with sadness.
Mind glitched, without a reason.
I thought it was, just me.
Until I found, others like me.
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