Too Many Pieces
So, the story behind this little piece of writing is that I didn't write it. My friend, Cheryl, wants a hobby and I suggested HubPages. She's got the talent, right? Let her know what you think.
If you leave too many pieces. . .how will you ever find yourself?
Soul: I thought this one was different. . .Why didn't you tell me if you already knew?
Mind: I tried to, but you're stubborn when you are either hot or cold. You seemed so excited. I thought I'd wait out the doubts.
Soul: But you're the stronger one. Why did you let it happen when you already knew?
Mind: Sometimes I have to let some of my advice be unspoken, otherwise I'd become stronger and you weaker. You'd make me do all the decision-making. Would you want that?
Soul: No, but I want to be strong one day. I don't want to be set up to be hurt. Do you hear me? Why would you even think of telling me this one was different?
Mind: Because I began to believe it myself. . .I wanted us both to be happy. . .
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