This could’ve been me.
I could’ve been a consciousness
trapped inside a tree.
Instead, I have a body,
these bones, this blood, my flesh.
Why would I ask for more
when I could’ve had much less?
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
This could’ve been me.
I could’ve been a consciousness
trapped inside a tree.
Instead, I have a body,
these bones, this blood, my flesh.
Why would I ask for more
when I could’ve had much less?
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