There is a song which expresses very well what she is feeling.
It explains to her, better than she can to herself, that all that we ever have is our soul. People and places and things come and, inevitably, they go, but our souls remain.
Whether or not they remain in tact, however, is something of which she is unsure. Lately, she feels that hers is somewhat shredded. Perhaps, in time, she will find needle and thread, and the skill needed to manipulate them, and sew it seamlessly back together.
Things have been lost, places have been left, people have come and taken from her and disappeared again.
But her soul remains.
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