mosaics
Everyone I've ever loved
Has left their mark on my soul
On my body
On my mind.
Every time I speak
Everything I type
Every song I listen to
Everything
Without my loved ones
Who am I?
Without me
They will still be them
But without them
I am nothing
Is it too late?
Too late to be me
Or will I simply be them
Until I die
Being them is preferable
To being me
But I must be me
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