I am a part of all that I have met.
Every time I meet someone new
a piece of me is torn away and added to them.
I am just different, I guess.
I thought it was generosity
but now I realize that I have no choice.
Perhaps it is temporary.
Perhaps someday soon
I will get every piece back.
It doesn't really hurt.
I very rarely notice
before I look in a mirror.
I don't know why.
Perhaps I
Will fade away.
It's okay.
If small
I still survive.
Uh oh.
prob
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