it is an odd feeling
when thinking
that we are no longer
who we used to be
and we have yet to become
who we will someday be,
so all we can do is
simply be who we are,
crooked toes
and hairy knuckles and mismatched
kneecaps aside,
because at the end of the day,
we must fall asleep in
the only skin we've ever
known,
and we've really no choice
but to be
happy.
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