what if i took back all the pieces of me that i have left behind with other people?
what if i stole their memories of me, their thoughts and opinions?
what if i fit all of them back together like slabs of cardboard in a jigsaw?
what would i be left with then?
would i have enough pieces to even create a human? and would this human be kind or cruel?
or would it grow and grow till it forms a monster?
some days i am of the opinion that if i were to put together all the parts of me that ever have been collected, i would have nothing at all.
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