F R A G M E N T S
For every piece you take
Hold it close to your heart
And remember what I could have been
When you hold the pieces of who I am
Remember to thank me for everything
All that you stole for selfish desire
You take and keep so much
Comparing me to that of an object
Looking through a glass
As you claim I am broken
Holding every bit for when I ask you to fix me
Please stare into my eyes
And see me for what resides here.
All that you left,
A me that you can never take with you
Scarred
In all of my entirety
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