People from my youth don't know me,
Or they don't know me the same way.
It's not that I've changed.
I'm the same person from underneath
A new, thick layer of scars
and facial hair and back fat
Of which I am not ashamed
and two layers of stories
One of which I am not ashamed.
This is the moss I have collected
Because I stopped moving all the time,
Because I'm not afraid of my future
Because I'm not afraid of my past,
Because I'm not afraid of who I am.
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