Oh for goodness sakes, this website is such a relic.
It's like fooking back in time at some vague me that used to be.
I wonder why we all think our self is so eternal, it sure seems to change pretty often to me.
Or maybe there is always only one me that is the same and governs everything I do, but the details of how and in what way change every second.
Like culture for a country.
Or our very body itself.
Or the fabric of everything, constantly falling apart as fast as it's remade: everything consistantly changing.
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I have so many relics lying around that, oft times, it's difficult to even remember where all the little pieces of that other me are.
I suppose they are still here in one way or another. Lessons learned, scars left afters, truths made deeper, images of myself that have become shades of the me that we now see.
Sometimes, seeing those pieces in their original state can be quite strange, as if stepping through a mirror into the past.
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