How to have a fresh start.

Here I am, just me. Except now I am returning to my blog as a twenty one year old. That is too much for me to even say, how is getting older even real? Do any of you feel suddenly older and transformed when you've reached your birthday or is that just me? I feel …

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I am.

I am but space a cluster of mess; my skin full of chemicals that has let hurricanes in and planets and scars like plastered wax stuck to my chest. I am the white sclera the peeling film of tired eyes; I am sinew of bones that make up home with feelings reaching from the praline …

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