Can I break apart so perfectly that you miss the image of me? Clinging to my memory in hope of putting me back together. Would you remake me in the image I was or the image you wish to create. Placing pieces where you want and not where they fit. Could I feel myself once more after the hand of your concern? Is it truly me still or simply a part of me wishing to be me once more. What if you kept a portion of my heart for yourself. Hiding away some of me so that I will never fully be lost… even as I lose myself. Would you allow me to walk the world broken forever? Just so you can hold the answer? Letting me ghost between moments never realizing completely what was missing. Only knowing that something is wrong and that I am not right anymore.



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