Self-Portrait

Saturday

Departure to Desire

I'm going home. I can't stand wearing this false form any longer.
It's going to devour me whole...
Not if I devour it first.
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I think I've outgrown you, and that scares me.
What will take your place? What if what I want doesn't fit me either? Will anything ever fit me? Or do I have to shrink myself for you? Or you? Or you?
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You wear your insanity like a suit of armour.
Just go home. If you remember where you left it.

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