there are bits, there are pieces that hang from my skin

tearing as they go along the bits that are meant to  be alive

love-loss-less-forget

for if you don’t dear one love will be a memory you

cling onto for hate and passion and inspiration rather than for what it was

that time when you felt it.

for once, try to hold yourself together.

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