I’ll give you all of myself, bit by bit, until you feel whole. I just wish you knew you keep coming back for more when there’s nothing left to have. There are only the roots left with this flower. Please, don’t dig up the rest of me.
All i ever wanted was to pick apart the day and put the pieces back my way,
and now i’ll be able to, on my death date.
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May peace be upon you when you leave. Shall it be silent, and harmless.
You dont say much about what is in there, tell us please