In Writing About Me

I’ve been too selfless for too long. I’ve forgotten the sound of my own voice – I can hardly recognize my own syntax and diction,
Rather, I’ve learned to disguise myself in words dedicated to undeserving souls.
In writing about me, I seek to feel like a real person again instead of like an after-image of someone else’s influence.
Someday I will remember how great I am.

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