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Published: 2013-04-26 20:54:58 +0000 UTC; Views: 253; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 0
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Description Someone once told me, that we leave a piece of ourselves with everyone we meet and with everything we touch. In a since that's how we live forever, that's how we go on.

Since that day, I leave the good pieces of me for everyone. My hopes, dreams, kindness, repect.

I forgot that when I give them a piece of me, they give me a piece of them in return

It makes me glad the fear and hurt, I am no longer alone with my emotions.

Now I can't tell who I am, are these dreams and fears really mine, or someone elses?

I fear that my negative emotions leak out and latch themselves onto its victims, tainting the world in ugly shade of gray.

At first I don't care, I don't want such emotions anyway. Then I become scared,

I try to find and take back parts of me that are lost and misplace. I don't want the world to have me, or anyone else for that matter.

The world drives a hard bagain, so instead of getting back my pieces. I try to create my own.

However, I'm not God, my pieces become more rigid and useless when I make them.

So I hide up here, for fear that there will be no more left for me to give. I've tried to take others pieces but they've mastered that art I have yet to contorl. You all keep your pieces locked away, or maybe they've already been given away and your empty like me.

looking out my window I think, is this how I want to leave this world. empty and stretched out over time. No, I want to my piece to be a piece of good. Everyday I hope that the my good surfaces on the world. Like my dad's cream he puts in his coffee making what ever my presence touches a little bit sweeter, better tasting. I just fear that my cream, will not be the flavor you like.  

pleae forgive me for the piece of I can give you are the pieces that attatched themselves to this page. But I thank you for the pieces you have given me are making me, somewhat whole.

If you don't like the cream that is me, please give it to someone who will, someone who will return my piece. Because I miss myself and I desperately want to be whole again
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Wolfberry-J [2015-08-11 02:18:15 +0000 UTC]

Interesting concept and evocative prose. I like the cream in coffee analogy.  It reminds me a little of the "Like sugar in milk" legend, about unwanted immigrants persuading a king to let them stay: www.dawn.com/news/1170890

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