My mind was given to the world
BLANK
with the task of constructing
personality.
creativity.
control.
moving vans//daycare//palpitations//leotards
My pupils dilate through time.
A mind, Full.
cluttered by
you
and me
and them
but the genuine self is lost in commotion and dust
stimulated synthetic shells
litter the floor of years past.
Half a decade of life- as another.
Frantically looking for your old face,
without any recollection of what it even looked like.
It's easy now, but harder than before
so go.
go ahead.
cut those corners///pray you'll do just fine.
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