I'm Not Like Myself I'm not like me. Days change into weeks and months and years, and so do we. We become something new, something off, a little more as the sun rises and falls again and again. Metamorphism. Drastic and obvious on an insect, subtle and stealthy to humans. Soon I will forget what games I played as a child, and will stop wondering and start accepting; truths, lies, deceit, intentions... I despise the day I stop seeing #life in small motions. I am not myself any longer.
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