You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


on memories we burn

That's the tricky thing about memories. Those that are causing you pain are also the ones keeping you intact. You burn them out of impulse, and when there's nothing more left to burn, you set yourself on fire. Destroying yourself is only the foolproof way of erasing a memory.

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