Just Like Me

The smears on my shirt

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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