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Pieces Of Me
Pieces of me scattered amongst the past
The last of me I hold on tightly and matured enough to know
I must nurture and make the essence that is I last
More than a conqueror survivor of my past
Pieces of me that were given freely some pieces were attached
to my soul
And never returned creating baggage in turn started a
process called self evaluation
Of myself and my relations that have shipped and drowned in
a sea of emptiness
In the abyss there were parasites called betrayal lies and
Gods grace and my prayers...