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These memories did not

Fit in together

In any logical manner to match

The desired shape I wanted

My life to take.



My very existence

Was unresolved-

A tricky game without

Merit for even beginning to play

Let alone worthy of completion.



There was disorder,

My patterns of behavior

Made no sense

To the discerning mind.



I knew no one desired

To discover

My reason for being

And so I remained unfinished.