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Pieces Time has driven me on just strolling a step forward and three or four back just waiting to be hit and holding my hand over my heart my furnace alive burning apart the meaning meant to be the one I wish to let all see but I�m bumping into people they�re ramming into me and each connection made between us makes me less and less of me cause all the bodies that knew me the minds could clearly see how the fragments taken by them as they touch me softly burrowed deeper than their will and now they live and carry me my soul is but finite despite what tales do lie this voice is fading ever quicker how can I be when everyone has stolen me by eternalslacker |