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so i was watching the old me passing away again.
so i watched this old me turning into shadow,
falling to the ground,
falling to my feet.

every single step i make,every single breath i take
reminds me of my pain,
reminds me of all the parts of my soul i’ve lost.

and i think to myself:
what if i lose myself completely?
what if i?

and i looked at the shadow of old me.
“back whenever” i said.
loss of soul’s sensitivity is a certain type
of disability.
is a certain type of invalidity.
i thought.

and then i left.
letting my old dead bury my new dead
behind my back.