Scattered Pieces

I am made of scattered pieces

Each shred of my soul is owned by someone else

Only if you put them all together

Would you truly know me

Some pieces are given freely

Others were accidents

Broken off and taken by those I have loved

Some parts are long gone

Forgotten along with those that took them

Taken so long ago all that's left is a hole

They are simply the remnants of who I used to be


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