Pieces
Pieces, that’s all that is left of the past
Pieces are the only thing that ever last
Pieces of a memory that escapes your mind
Pieces of something that changed overtime
Pieces of something that you forgot
And now you remember it as something it's not
The pieces of the feelings that were in your heart
And for some reason those pieces fell apart
As you get older the pieces start to fade
And now only exist under the future’s shade
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