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A Fresh False Start
It began by leaving town, but more than that
I left my life behind.
My home
My friends
My family
All I had was the clothes in my suitcase
My memories
The quirks I decided to keep,
Or couldn’t over come
Fresh start in artifice
But now I was on the outside
And couldn’t get in
Without somehow admitting
My past, my experience,
The very things I had abandoned
So in the end, it was a fantasy,
An embarrassed confessional,
A failed reinvention
And so, I returned home
Till my next vacation.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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