In the past 10 months, since Feb, I have had a series of devastating chats - wherein I have heard the strangest things about myself (in first personal plural....which means I am sitting with someone and they are telling me about me).
I have heard things that have slowly challenged my insides. Who am I? Why do I appear so different to others? Is there a "precise me", or just a series of lithograph images that I have to keep reconciling myself to?
I have felt devasted, truly have. I have also felt liberated - in the deep sense that I am no longer that ideal, that I aspire to.
The coyotes did come for me. I am a wolf. They have numbers. I have the size. Eventually both with hurt each other. Thats my epitaph.
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