There are pieces of me
Floating around
Disjointed
Unidentified
Nameless
Faceless
Singular
And I can't seem to recall
If they ever had names
or
If I was just so familiar with them
that they weren't needed.
But now
that I need them
I know not what to call out to
I can't call them back home.
They feel foreign and unfamiliar.
They feel like they were never a part of me
Mine.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 9:27 PM UTC
There are pieces of me
Floating around
Disjointed
Unidentified
Nameless
Faceless
Singular
And I can't seem to recall
If they ever had names
or
If I was just so familiar with them
that they weren't needed.
But now
that I need them
I know not what to call out to
I can't call them back home.
They feel foreign and unfamiliar.
They feel like they were never a part of me
Mine.
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