The Drifter
I was told every time you leave somewhere, there's a piece of you that gets left behind, I've abandoned so many places, and if the statement is true, there's not much more of me I can spare, each shard, smidgen, and sliver that has been stripped away, is worth doing without, rather than having to stay somewhere, I don't want to be, I've said time and again, I'm glad there's places I've never been, that's what keeps me, moving on.
JSB
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