Ill-fitting

“The pieces don’t fit together,” I wish I could smooth his furrowed brow.

His parents had given birth to him, but were totally incompatible with each other.

Insanity is something he had inherited, and it was affecting him in a phased manner. The pieces were never meant to fit together.

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