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Transformation

Updated: Jul 10

I am transported to the time when I was

less-than.

All I did was watch television and do drugs.

I was a shell of myself, holding on to old feelings of lust.

Even though, I know that you are the devil in disguise.

Luring me back into my bad habitats of self-depreciation.


I look back at that time.

730 days. 104 weeks. 24 months. 2 years.

I have become tree in the arctic, thriving in a hostile environment.

Learning to adapt to whatever is thrown my way.

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