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Who I am Becoming
Is the pain of loneliness worse than the pain of regret
Than giving away another part of your shrinking soul
I only have so much to give
I do not know how to stop
I am not eternal
I am not limitless
I am finite
There is a certain amount of me
And some parts never grow back
Some parts, once given, cannot ever be recovered
I cannot be returned to who I once was
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Thursday 27th April 2017 12:55 am
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