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Wash away experience because of the dirt it brought with it. Was it better to keep it? Or are you too tired to fight for it anymore?

Change my form but not my essence, presenting the world with shapes and actions I’ll continue to emerge from, but still always be myself.

Sit beside me with a gap and recoil from affection. Is this normal now? Alone free time together but resentment of presence keeps us apart. Do you miss me when I disappear?

Make a stand and reclaim a legacy to remind them who you are, what you represent, and why you will never be forgotten or ignored.

Rekindle a flame that burnt too bright and scorched your existence, leaving charred pieces that rebuilt into better. Are you really wiling to risk everything again?

Changed by tragedy, a body wrapped with scars that bare your pain to the world. Do you remember who you were, even if they don’t?

Fall with no net but trust your own body to save you, twist to safety and dazzle the watchers. You were born for this, don’t stop falling.

The assembling of importance to confuse. Delegating or blaming, what will be the outcome?

Fit in and adjust or break away and risk punishment for a job well done. When did this become normal and make more sense to them then efficiency?

Pop the ache with strain and stretch then lay down with satisfied peace, even if the pain still exists.