Many of Me
I don’t know if I can travel back in time.
At least not anymore.
They say I am incomprehensible.
But they have never forgotten something so badly…
That hearing the truth feels like a threat.
It is as if there is something in the past…
That I forgot to undo.
Why am I being punished?
When you try to say there is nothing I can control?
I must have made a mistake in a different timeline.
I have too much power.
Because there is more than one of me.
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