a million little pieces.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about loss, those who have moved beyond this world and those who have simply moved beyond me.  I’ve always struggled with how easily people can come and go into your life.  I get too attached to the good ones.  Sometimes I even miss the ones who were not so good.  Every person who enters your life brings some sort of presence, no matter how long they stay.  That void you feel when they leave.. that is them holding on to a little piece of you.  When I think about it that way, I find a bit of comfort.








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