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I've lived lives
Thousands of lives
Thousands of times
With a million ties
Round and round I go
Every time I wake up
With new eyes
I open my lips
And ask, " ... Why?"
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I am reborn
Again and again
I mourn who I was before.
Then my heart beats
Deep in my core, I know
I open my eyes.
Again.
A different time.
A different face.
A different culture.
A different religion.
Another life.
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Do you ever feel like you don't fit in your own skin?
My skin had been every shade.
I don't now, but I will soon. My skin will fit me, not the other way around.
How can my skin fit me, when I've been remade?
I had to grow into it.
I've grown long ago. Am I still now?
... How?
The world and I disagree what this skin is for.
I don't live in my skin. I live in my mind. Centuries old, with memories stored.
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YOU ARE READING
Memoirs of old writing days
RandomHey! So... I decided that I should have a flashback sort of thing about my writing days when I was younger. I have a bunch of sort stories in my Docs so I decided "What the heck!" Please don't flame, I'm still an amateur writer! 🔥 🥺🤓
