Her Thoughts

I feel used; people tend to take me as just almost the right size to fit a
void like a puzzle.  And when the piece of their life I was filling in for, well rather "feeling" in for
comes, I’m sent to the shredder.  But how many times can I be shredded and
put back together?  I always reassemble glue and tape, kind of like trying
to solve a case in C.S.I , you  know when they put the pieces of shredded paper
back together.  But it’s never perfect is it? The more you shred the harder it
is to put back.  Best idea would be to print a new copy and make it colour.
But copy means:" a replica which just looks like the original but actually
isn't."

Ah this life of mine is a circle really it is, events happen over and over I
don’t realize it till the new one is coming to an end and I go through my set
chapters of my life but I always get new characters, that I will get into
some other time. I noticed and I think it’s interesting like this
verse “
*Ecclesiastes 1 vs 10 ‘is there anything of which it may be said, “see, this is new”?* *It
has already been in ancient times before us”.* This helps me go thru the bad
day’s times and wonder if anyone else in the world is going thru a bad hair
day, heartache, have they lost someone in life etc.