Just Me
Somewhere along my life I stopped being me.
How did that ever come to be?!
I am me — who else would I actually be?
I don’t know how to be anyone else but this version of me.
Oh… I see. Now there is a version of me!
So if there is one version of me,
then surely that allows for a gazillion options
of a version of who I am supposed to be.
Ohhh ok… supposed…

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