So many pieces
So many pieces I have become now
I do not find myself
Amongst these pieces
So many pieces I have become now
I do not find myself
Amongst these pieces
What was I
Who have I become
I do not know the person
I am now
Who have I become
I do not know the person
I am now
A scar here
A signature there
A ripped heart
A parched soul
A signature there
A ripped heart
A parched soul
A flesh that lures
An entity, dead within
So many pieces
So many pieces
So many pieces
I have given to each
I am left with nothing now.
©LR
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