Everyone who walks into my life takes a piece of me with them if they leave or stay. And I take a piece of them and I collect the pieces. I’m a collection of the people i meet. So many pieces within myself. They either make me stronger or weaker. Nonetheless, they all make me the person I am today. Yes, I’ve been broken and the pieces have shattered. But I hold the pieces of them and I together shattered or not. But I know I can make it. Knowing they are a part of me fuels my desire to live and succeed.