I left a piece of me in every place I've stayed. A tiny chip off my soul, an imprint of my self, haunting the echos of my foot steps. Some day, the me that started it will be gone, left to fade out the last place I was. That doesn't mean I'll be gone, that I'll be done.
By then I'll have been everywhere, ripples from my being still splaying out. Threads of my spirit wound & woven through the world. So no matter where you go, close your eyes and I'm there with you, all around.
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