I no longer fit the outline
of who I used to be.
The edges have shifted,
some softened, some sharpened,
some lost altogether,
as if time has carved me
into something unrecognizable
but still mine.
I reach for old habits,
old names,
old certainties,
but they do not sit right in my hands.
The echoes of who I was
do not match the weight
of who I am becoming.
So...
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