I’m not what I used to be

I’m not what I used to be
everything moves me

I begin to feel 
life differently

I’m not what I think I am 
I look for experiences 

they change me 
In ways I don’t understand 

the truth is messy 
it doesn’t get explained 

it lands on us binds us; 
these feelings remain

there’s a lot to chew on
we chew on each other 

feeling a satisfaction 
until we’re hungry again

🌷(7)

◄ You fuckers

In the hold ►

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