please come back

and now that she's gone I can only really look at who I am.
and pick at those faults

maybe I'm the reason she left.

because the part of me, that I felt was truly 'good'

is the part of me, that I never really was.

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where are you, when I need you most?

When we cease breathing, we do not part into two



How come one owns a body, until one chooses to make a sea change? The idea of oneself is only a collection of electrical impulses.



Without a whole, you are nothing.