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Turning Old

The more I try to hold onto 21- The more that year becomes mangled. The more that trauma feels unfinished… False implications that I thought were connections. I am losing a sense of renewal. That past is both hiding, yet infused within. I am always looking for some signs of transformation to hold onto. But I am constantly running into that old fate. Always fated. Always trapped in fate. Except when I was 21...

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