I try to figure that out. There are vague memories of me looking at travel books but that seems so far away, as if it's not real. Not in the way my other selves memories inside of me aren't feeling real but in the way that it never actually happened.
And looking at my other self, there is a part of me that know I wanted to travel but that part is gone inside of her and I somehow can see it.
We are the polar opposite of the same person but I'm not more myself that she actually is. Now, it's just a pain to look at her because it feels like I have lost a part of me and the fun part at that.
“So if I go out what will actually happen?” My other self says and damn, my stubborn part went to her because I don't feel like fighting and I know that I used to be stubborn just it's like a mirage. Was I?
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Oh interesting development she's lost parts of herself to the other version of her. Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteOh no. That doesn't seem good that she lost herself in other versions.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it feels that way when I read my old work, like I have lost the part of myself that breathed magic into those stories.
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