Attempting to leave my mark
Etch my aspirations on an unforgettable scale
In an unremarkable but distinct way
My soul is my virtue that clings to reason
But my heart is the muse that longs for change
A change, maybe a revert to the me I used to beBecause she was much closer to home than I am now
And yet she did not know
She was deeply unaware and encased in naivete
What I know now she never imagined
And what I now imagine she never knew
But I miss her, and sometimes I want her
To hold me, shield me, and hide me
I need her to be
But sadly I cannot be me if she IS.
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