A Piece of Me

There were more of me

In yesteryear than yesterday

Before I became an adult

That mocks at the very source of my income

Yet following all orders demand by society

Even when I have kept pieces of me close

In secret and written

Nothing was left when I looked back

Of memories, no more

Than words scribbled upon by a stranger

Whom I wished I’ve never parted

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