Eptiaph

Epitaph If ever the jigsaw mystifier of my life Could claim been completed, A magnificent masterpiece would have resulted. But so nearly pieces were jammed By the inconsistencies and uncomfortableness inside me That they never harmoniously fitted to nominateher. I was afraid to live, So the puzzle was just a myriad Of confused clinches and hopes unmet. I expected perfection from some other imperfect world And was late hurt and bewildered By the many facets of the inhumanity of man. though my potential was of an incomprehensible strand level I was tormented by too blue expectations ...

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