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am i still me?

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wish-sticks

Published: Apr 11, 2011

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I will line the walls with pictures
of who I used to be and pretend they are mirrors.

The girl I see in the glass is not the one
sitting behind these tired lids.

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“I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, because I'm not myself, you see”

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kaelamae

Mar 25, 2012

story of my life. It shouldn't be,
but it is.

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