I feel like tiny little pieces of me are being lost every single day. It is kind of like when you pick lint off of a sweater. The sweater is the thing that is supposed to hold all the value. The lint is trash. It's just stuff that no one wants to be bothered with. Tiny little pieces that came from who knows where....
Tiny little pieces of my resolve. Tiny little pieces of my faith. Tiny little pieces of the love I have in my heart. Each piece is being plucked away. Each piece is leaving a hole.
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