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Where do I begin?

From here, retrospect is the clearer picture.

I can tell you what I want, from who I am, but...

How did 'I' come to be?

Am I less than I was at the beginning?

Am I growing into myself?

Do we constantly change until the end?

I contort and bend, squinting at the straight and narrow thats paved...

I stray.

Viewing what I percieve to be real through the lens of ideals accumulated.

Is it right?

Is it ME?

If the choices are divided I want the truth.

If goodness is an illusion ive concocted then there is no evil...

What is neutral?

If the choices are divided I want the truth.

If it feels like less of me then that is what I remove.

Pressure...but only work will get this weight lifted.

Push...defy.

Will I become stronger?

I dont know but before a crash against my chest cripples me...

Taking my breath, I must even the odds.

If that is possible then God must exist.

Second chances are infinite, apparently, I know this...

Simulataneously knowing I dont know shit.

Just venting.