I found some poems and old writing samples of mine from years ago
they are strange even to me
and they make me think, make me wonder
what was i thinking about then?
what was going on in my life?
none of them have dates on them
or any indicator of when they are from in my life
just a different time
a sadder time
when my mind was in a different place
and so was my heart
even though they are written from the same heart
they do not relate any more
they clash violently
as if written by two very different people
and i know i have changed over the years
but it is weird to see it in something so concrete
so different
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