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Looking at myself now, I am not sure that I recognize any piece of who I used to be. Our cells are constantly replenishing and replacing, and technically speaking, I am not at all the person I once was. I understand that I am a collection of my experiences and that everything I have done has led me to this moment. I do not know what has come of the choices I made opposing this. The patches of my skin that only said yes when they meant it have peeled away and are replaced by the fresh tissue of compliance. If I am the sum of my experiences then why are there no scars on my thighs from the times I smiled? If I am the sum of all of my experiences then why is there a fracture in my arm from anger but not from love? If I am really the sum of all of my experiences then why does my body only show my regrets?
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Body Language
Looking at myself now, I am not sure that I recognize any piece of who I used to be. Our cells are constantly replenishing and replacing, and technically speaking, I am not at all the person I once was. I understand that I am a collection of my experiences and that everything I have done has led me to this moment. I do not know what has come of the choices I made opposing this. The patches of my skin that only said yes when they meant it have peeled away and are replaced by the fresh tissue of compliance. If I am the sum of my experiences then why are there no scars on my thighs from the times I smiled? If I am the sum of all of my experiences then why is there a fracture in my arm from anger but not from love? If I am really the sum of all of my experiences then why does my body only show my regrets?
The bags under my eyes are starting to seem permanent.
#sad#regret#body#experiences
molly-hart
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molly-hart
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
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