Every time, Every one

Is it just I

Or is it me,


Who then, Deems us worthy of Love

or Friendship

Maybe, this is just who you’re

Meant to be

They say some are to be

Forever alone.

Am I

Part of that some

Hard to find the Faith

Or keep hoping

When every instance

Is an AS, or belongs to someone else

Will there ever be a

Personal Person

At this point, all seems

Very Very Unlikely

Maybe those pieces,

My pieces

Too broken to be together

Forever alone to wander

The World

One Soul,

On it’s own





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