There are pieces of me that I call the things I lost in the fire
Fires I put out that I never started
Torches and pitch forks chasing after the things that I never wanted
Pieces of me that I had no problems with loving
But someone out there made it a point to burn it down
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Blown away and forgotten
These pieces of me have disappeared and I stand in the mirror trying to see who I am
I’ve come to the conclusion of nothing
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