Pieces Of Me

Pick me up. 

                           Crumble.

              Rip.

                                 Toss me aside.

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It's okay, I'm meant to drift away and be picked up by another. I only remain in memory.

Hold me for as long as you can, but,

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Please. 

                           Repeat.

              The.

                                 Process.

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Don’t, and I’ll tear myself from your grasp, returning to the wind.

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You're only allowed to keep me for so long. 

You're only allowed one piece at a time, one fraction of a frame.

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Please don't try to piece me back together.

I'm not ready

                for you to not be ready

                                                 to see the whole picture.

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