Of ourselves in both our hands,
So fragile and so open,
That I began to understand,
Maybe I'd been greedy,
To want my soul all to myself,
When it could be a lot more helpful,
In the palms of someone else,
I leave part of me behind,
And collect all of the pieces,
Of others' souls that I can find,
So when I'm meeting someone new,
It's not just me they get,
But also tiny fragments,
Of all others that I've met,
Now that it's home to things so small,
And if this is what "broken" means,
I don't mind it at all.”
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