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i woke up one day and everything was fixed.
everything was glued together.
the thing was it wasn't put together properly.
a lot of pieces were mixed up and if i looked closely some were new!
what i saw was not a bad thing; it was different.
it was a puzzle made of another puzzle.
how fascinating.
i sat back and looked at a few pieces break off and fly away.
a tear rolled down.

it's ok: it's called change, the puzzle always changes it's picture.