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Identity fragmented into thousands of reflections…
Who she was…
Who she is…
Who she will be…
Lost in the myriad of pieces that together make one whole…
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Fractured time…
Shattered soul…
Rebuilding….
Visceral renovation…
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Looking back…
Retracing steps of Memory’s journey…
Rumination of events leading to present…
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She cries out from the conflicted chaos born from bringing the past to the present…
That girl, long abandoned…fervently seeking to find her place…
In this time…she cannot be…
Her time has come and gone…
Leaving me to forge a path to future…
Where I will also cease to be…
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For in the future…
Indomitable change will come yet again….
Inevitably…I will become the girl crying out…
From the past….
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΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
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“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
΅〜 Edgar Allan Poe 〜΅
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∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 