"ME"

Everyday I can feel a piece of me drift off. Drift off into the haze. Far beyond my control. Deep in the horizon. I’m trying to hold on to every piece, but they seem to find away through. The “me” I was no longer wants to be me. Who is “me” is the real question.

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