maybe a (cheesy/bad) poem . . . maybe just a rant. (if so, still cheesy and bad!)

what do you do

when you hate who you’ve become

and change is slow to come

or it’s too late?

or maybe what you hated

is who you always were

but now you see

what you refused to see before. 


[to be continued . . . perhaps]


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