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I am inside that box that you pull out from under your bed

It has no tags on it, no markings of any kind

You open it to find puzzle pieces

You dump me out onto the floor and flip each individual one over

So you can see the coloured side

You don't know what you're about to put together, but you start the project anyway

As things look almost complete, you're unsure of what you're looking at

You see that your missing pieces

But you're unaware of what goes in those sections

That is me

I'm not fully here

I'm missing parts of me, but I don't know what parts

My memory have holes that use to provide happiness

I go looking for things to fill that void

I look for things that I hope will fill it, I look for nostalgia

Things that use to bring me joy, things that used to bring me happiness

They come up empty

I sit and stare at the wall, my eyes are trying to figure stuff out

My brain thinks it's working, it thinks it's trying to solve a different type of puzzle

The only problem is that for it to solve the puzzle, it must know what it's searching for

It does not

That is me

I'm not fully here

I'm missing parts of me, but I don't know what parts

My memory have holes that use to provide happiness