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Part to whole Less of a whole Just filled with holes Filled with parts that don’t fit. What part am I If I’m not even whole? What part is missing? I ask like I don’t already know “I am the sum of my parts” Is an easy explanation But what if the holes Outnumber the parts? Something is missing from me - Parts that are Irreplaceable for I don’t know which parts fit in the Holes But I know I lost them a long time ago, Or maybe they slowly faded. Maybe I never had them to begin with. I am a hole. Pulling scrap parts deeper As they fall right through me But my persistence is delusion is relentless For fear of being empty.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
An Easy Explanation
Part to whole Less of a whole Just filled with holes Filled with parts that don’t fit. What part am I If I’m not even whole? What part is missing? I ask like I don’t already know “I am the sum of my parts” Is an easy explanation But what if the holes Outnumber the parts? Something is missing from me - Parts that are Irreplaceable for I don’t know which parts fit in the Holes But I know I lost them a long time ago, Or maybe they slowly faded. Maybe I never had them to begin with. I am a hole. Pulling scrap parts deeper As they fall right through me But my persistence is delusion is relentless For fear of being empty.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
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