If stories could write themselves,
would any of us be here?
The universe watches itself,
through our eyes,
catching us in illusions,
Separation is but a guise,
I feel like a different person than back then,
But I'm changed and I don't know when,
my personality shifted but here I am,
I need to stick to my guns, and my plans,
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
If stories could write themselves,
would any of us be here?
The universe watches itself,
through our eyes,
catching us in illusions,
Separation is but a guise,
I feel like a different person than back then,
But I'm changed and I don't know when,
my personality shifted but here I am,
I need to stick to my guns, and my plans,
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