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  • I left behind a piece of me, in a forgotten memory.
    In the traditions of home, I left behind a piece of me.
    Among the yellow flowers of the Amaltas tree, I left behind a piece of me.


    I left behind a piece of me in the hands of the beggar that stood by the traffic light
    In the chaos of the city, I left behind a piece of me.
    In the air you breathed, I left behind a piece of me.

    In moments of nostalgia, I left behind a piece of me.
    By the side of an unread book, I left behind a piece of me.
    I left a piece of me in the trace of the water circle left by the nowempty mug of coffee.

    I've left behind these pieces of me, if you find them some day...
    Let them be.
    fragments never made whole people.
    I am too far gone. I won't be coming back.
    I didn't chose this fragmented life.
    A broken piece of me.
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