Piece of Me

Piece of Me There is always a piece that is taken. Big or small, it is bitten out of me. If it’s not this piece, it’s another. It never lets up. I am tired. I could say That’s Enough! But it’d do no good. It’d continue and I would be chewed up some more.

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