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Erased

Sit and watch

a version of a version

of self

constructed broken down

reconstructed

unstable

but I cannot change the color of my eyes

i can only shape the folds of my mind

i long to be my own god

to raise me from the cradle

to erase the lines

to write a new fable

as my story is told

so it will be

i will rewrite history

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toothache
21 / M31
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May 8, 2018
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