Pieces of the Whole

I’ve often found that the heart of a human
Is the heaviest when the brain does not help support it.
If the brain does not learn to control it,
One can see how easily
Infatuation can turn to obsession
Obsession turns to delusion
Delusion turns to compulsion
Compulsion turns to tragedy
To one’s soul or body.
Though pieces of the whole
Are still pieces of the whole.
As I preserve what pieces remain of your body
I’ll try to preserve what pieces remain of my soul

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