The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory

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I knew who I was at 16 with a clarity unparallelled by the bluest waters.
Then I changed, for various reasons.

When I became who I wanted to be, I found out I no longer wanted it.
I was no longer myself.

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When I became who I wanted to be I found out I no longer wanted it