Yes, I accept the loss
What's being whole?
If perfection is false,
Yet I'll keep the score,
As a quick reminder when I feel lost,
More like lessons or assurance that I paid the cost.
I carefully picked my pieces,
Just as I walked away admiring you from a distance,
Can't deny I miss you,
But what's a rock if lava never freezes.
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