As you keep moving on in life, you leave behind these little pieces of yourself, until you are no longer the original shape and piece you had intended yourself to be.
The smile you thought you would see everyday. The nail polish you thought you could borrow every time you needed. The one person you would have to fight with all the time, but the second he's not in front of you, your heart stops beating. Your brothers and your sisters who have been with you your whole life are suddenly separated by a distance you no longer know how to breach. And you leave behind a piece with them.
Your family as you knew it is now a thing of the past. You leave behind a piece with them.
Your room, your study table, your school friends, the ones you saw everyday for twelve years and so you took them for granted. A piece of you, you leave behind with them.
In university, semi-annual friends who come and go, rarely touching your lives, and occasionally, taking away a piece of you.
New people, new places, new faces. You desperately try to find substitutes for everything you have been familiar with all these years. But dear, life doesn't work like that always!
You leave behind pieces of yourself, every year, at every step of every little thing you do, every single day.
Until one day, you look at yourself in the mirror, and ask yourself, ''Who am I?''

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  1. ShalmiMarch 23, 2010 at 12:27 AM

    But you take little pieces from them too.

    So you're always changing is all.

    Change is not always a bad thing. And "Who am I?" is the biggest question there is whether you change or not.

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  2. SakshiApril 18, 2010 at 1:02 AM

    awesome...very true..very very true...

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