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Mar 2018
The ship of Theseus is a paradox of same.
as it goes it changes the parts but keeps the name
one by one the ship is rearranged until all is different so is it the same.
a completely new ship made from new materials only has the name.
but a ship made with both new and old is Theseus in made.
so like the ship of Theseus I feel myself rearrange.  Am I the same?

cells disbarred from their membrane die off get reattached as if one in the same atoms detach and some latch on forever creating the Basin that is me but through bones broken and Longs holding I find it hard to explain and through all these changes if I still deserve my name. Am I the same? Hair grows to be cut high up from the low even the way the eyebrows for different and I can't tell if I'm over reminiscing because I can see in the distance what I used to be but in the ship I can see the current me but when I go to reality I'm washed up on the shore the saying so deep and full of remorse back to the ship and I steer off course in the sales are breaking and the deck is smashing and the rocks are passing tearing the ship apart. There I laid destroy and torn apart both me and my ship are piece of art so I asked cuz I claim and am i the same?

The ship of dontique is a paradox of self as he lives on the parts are change.
slowly he is rearrange rebuild constantly but the structure stays the same and do all these changes he Remains the insane and ask himself does he deserve the name so let the ship speak for itself
am I the same?
Written by
Dontique Johnson  East Chicago
(East Chicago)   
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