It's so easy to unravel me I can never be sure of what holds me together Never certain that when I come undone I can be put back together. There will always be a sliver gone. I am a shell walking on shells. You can hear the cracking. Is it something I'm lacking That makes it so? Tread lightly friend The pieces of me already gone Don't need to become dust. (c)Slumpless
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