Tell me, what's it like to recognize yourself?
Does it feel like you'd remember it?
Why not?
With all of the years blended together,
my reflection blurred across the spans of time,
stretching apart any resemblance of self.
My reflection is a black hole that ***** away any knowledge of who I am and regurgitates a flat, shiny depiction of someone else instead.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 8:10 PM UTC
Tell me, what's it like to recognize yourself?
Does it feel like you'd remember it?
Why not?
With all of the years blended together,
my reflection blurred across the spans of time,
stretching apart any resemblance of self.
My reflection is a black hole that ***** away any knowledge of who I am and regurgitates a flat, shiny depiction of someone else instead.
May 20, 2022
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