Every heart beat feels like my last
Not because I want it to be
But because everyday I cry those tears
I feel a part of me leave
The part of me that used to jump for joy over simple things
The part of me that knew exactly what I wanted, and didn’t let anyone or anything stop me
The part of me that didn’t have a care in the world if someone thought of me poorly
With every heart beat one by one the parts of me I used to know leave
Almost as if it was a test to see if I have that much strength to go and pick up the missing pieces
The game has only begun and I will pass this test
Missing pieces they will be no more. . .
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