I’m imagining myself exploding. Me scattered into a million billion pieces. Small pieces of myself that every person I’ve met and will, will behold. Small pieces of flesh and soul that people take away from me every time I open up. Little pieces with cracks on them cause I ain’t a perfect person. A sinner, that’s who I am. And my scattered pieces, I hope they’ll do you good to all of you people that dared to take one with you.
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