Self

Three, Six, Nine, Twelve

An endless number of selves

We meet

Hate, hunger, stress, free

In the end

We are only what we chose to be

Cream, perfs, layers of cloth

Do what you must

Live to the fullest

Trust not the day

Only the moment

Run Run Run Run

All will most definitely return

For the irrevocable truth is…

We are what we are…

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