seven years and the words were forgotten, but the music never was. i don't remember who i was except for the fact that i was confused about everything. who i'd be. if i'd be. and well, it seems i am. i made it. at what cost? i'm yet to find out.
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seven years and the words were forgotten, but the music never was. i don't remember who i was except for the fact that i was confused about everything. who i'd be. if i'd be. and well, it seems i am. i made it. at what cost? i'm yet to find out.
Do you ever meet someone or read or listen to someone describe themselves, list their interests, likes, traits... and just think “Your entire identity is based around an image then. That is not your personality but your aesthetic, what you find interesting or poetic.”
But then realise we are actually all like that, for the self is only a construct. In this essay I will