Collecting pieces

Some days it just feels like crying. 
Not what I wanted, but I’ve been trying.

These things and places now only have your memories to offer. 
They take me to a land where I grieve and suffer.

It gets tough, often waking up with your thought. 
Wondering how it changed me and what it has brought.

A price heavily paid for my trust. 
I then collect myself, but what is the point? it is all lost.

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