Like the infamous Dorian
I watch my spirit change;
Through a tapestry of messages
I am rearranged.
From seventeen and crying
To a happy little wife,
A string of words paints
The portrait of my life.
It might be unhealthy
But I reread the words,
Trying to understand;
Trying to learn.
This creature is foreign;
She says things I would never,
And yet I am her,
Only I'm better.
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