A Stranger In My Own Bones.
I have turned into something i never planned to be, a stranger in my own bones. Everything in my life tries to tell me who i am, but i'm still too blind to see it. My feelings are misleading. My experiences explain who i used to be. My love life describes my self-consciousness. My struggles define who i am not.
for Mike,
first thing i've written in a long time.

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"My struggles define who i am not." Mmmmmm.
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