I don't know what to write.
I feel like shit and entirely confused.
I had everything planned out.
Now all of it is falling around me.
I'm caught in the middle of the pieces.
I have to watch each one fall to the ground.
But now I will be picking up the pieces.
They are getting so hard to find.
It's getting too dark.
I wonder why the stars don't sit to guide me.
I pick up a piece.
It's a picture of you.
It slips through my fingers.
I have become the ghost of me.
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