it was hers.
and no one else's.
and somtimes she forgot and gave
pieces of it away.
until she didn't have enough pieces to remember
what it was...and who's it was...
and then sadness set in.
deep, deep sadness.
and slowly, very slowly, she'd remember...
just in time, she'd remember....
and she'd take it back again.
and make it hers again.
and vow not to give it away again.
maybe this time she'd hang on to it.
she'd at least try...
because she knew she couldn't live without it...
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