lighting up to pass the time
and not a moment too soon.
before my head took notice
and took cover
here I stand, hung up on a few details
of imperfections and not-good-enoughs.
is it true?
compare my reflection to theirs
suddenly i don't look the same.
older eyes
with less to show..
except memories of the bottom of the world.
thought I was done
but I was really just wrong.
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