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Jun 2016
Sober and clear during the day,
awake and blasted
throughout the night.
These cycles of patterns should cease to exist.

This is a love story
between a man and his words.

The mirror of shallow reflection
shows levels of depth and perception.
What’s here today, may not be here
tomorrow.
Who I am today, may not be who I am
tomorrow.

Take me as I am or take me no other way.

Who you see is what you are and
how you see is who you are.
We are the mirror looking within itself,
reflecting itself on its own reflection.
Every piece is a reflection of itself.

Each day is a step forward,
even when moving backwards
we’re still moving forwards.

The memories of the past create
the memories of the future.
Matt
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