I open my mouth and pieces of me fall to the ground. Left behind like some breadcrumb trail to follow home. And I wonder if anything will be left in the end. I don’t think I can take them back, yet though about it. But once they have been released, they seem to take on a life of their own. And the meanings and intentions that they were infused with seem to become convoluted with each passerby that touched upon them.
What do you mean by that?, she said.
I should just stop now.
Too late.
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