The Whole Piece

I am here, was born a zero, seeking pieces of me, my own true-self.

I grew like nothing ever stop me, though a falling leave seems pulling me back to all the sorrow.

I see them as a piece of me, the happier me, the bizzare stories, the past left behind.

I wish to see tomorrow, as I see my shattered heart has broken like a vulnerable thin glass.

I wish to know every burden I have to carry for tomorrow.

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But it can't be, it's not the way it should be

So I collect every piece of me, everyday

And somehow transform everything I see into a whole piece of

collage