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Renee Feb 2017
Too much
Too soon
Too little
Too late
Too blind to see
You were losing your place
Too fast
Too close
Too soon
Too far
They'll never love you
For who you are
Renee Feb 2017
What's it like to have nothing left?

I will give out
pieces of myself
infinitely.

I will half myself
again and again,
giving everything I am,
forever.

Any number is divisible
by two.

— The End —