I accept that I am not myself anymore, because I'm not. The ego that once was there has dissipated into a new one and alongside it are uncertainty for the future. Letting that old self die, because it was a younger, impulsive, yet still sharp. it didn't know that things would turn out this way, or how the sadness always came about in ways that made it act irrational, a way to kill itself in a way that could be considered the ultimate addendum of what it was. Instead, it must simply grow out and away, and a new spark is there to be lit.

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