Spare Parts its all we are

it seems like the things once desired collapse as age takes its toll like the desiree loses this part of them, one which one used to long for things we think also soon fade and new thoughts arrive and make in there way we are always changing individuals in a world were change is undeniable we love ourselves now, but then years go by look back and think how? can we understand the complexities of our minds or be lost in a world ran by time i suppose were stuck in the salvage yard until someone needs a spare part their greasy calloused hands grapple upon our necks then choke us to make sure were not dead its all we are, spare parts

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