The first piece is birth.
The next piece are the twisted, unclear memories of your first few years trying to merge all the puzzle pieces of your life together to fit and make some sense. As you grow older, they become twisted and need to be corrected. As you become wiser, older, and more logical, the jigsaw game becomes clearer to you. The pieces fit in perfectly and before you know it, the puzzle is nearing its finish, but you were too lazy to go back and correct the pieces that were placed improperly. In fear and with a stab of panic, the puzzle is twisted once more. Without time to correct it, the last piece is placed in with a trembly, vieny hand. Before you can realize it, the game is over.
The puzzle is completed.
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