I gave away too many little pieces of me.
To you, and you, and you and you. And now I need all the little pieces back. I would ask you to keep them safe, but that's not the way this works. I need all the little pieces back. From you, and you, and you and you. No longer realities, only memories and ideas, left to float through my mind. Possibilities left unfinished, unrealized, barely entertained. I need all the little pieces back. I'm building a fortress.
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