Piece by piece, the chisel takes my flesh
Piece by piece
My heart, my soul
Piece by piece
I am losing myself
I stare into my mind and see myself full of holes
It chips and takes more
I see around me, rest, life and fullness
Piece by piece for the gain
I see less of me
While they grow
Heather Smith May 27, 2016
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