It’s nothing short of remarkable. How you continue to pick up my pieces of distruction that I leave behind me.
Half in which contain myself.
I’m not too sure how to remember who I am.
Can you please help me find me?
I’m cold.
I’m alone.
I’m lost.
The pieces that I had left behind seem to no longer be there. Where did they go?
Where are the shards?
God, please…
I can’t remember..
Was it me or you that threw out the pieces?

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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