i tried to imagine.if he was he,
but not himself.
like he was still himself wrapped in the same skin, but inside he was different.
still the same but not the he i knew outside.
just him alone removed of himself.
-the self-
i know or wish he was.
too bad i'm running out of danelions to blow on to change you back or forward.
maybe at a different time he was him, the way he was suppose to be.
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