Don't let it slip...

He didn't know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend. He isn't falling apart, though. He's well beyond that. He's just rattling along now. Doing what little he can to gather the pieces as they fall away. But he doesn't know how to properly reattach them - a doll does not repair itself. So he hugs those brittle fragments to his chest until he simply cannot hug anymore. Until he would have to leave so many behind that he would no longer remember what it is he's missing.