Reinvention of yourself is a trail and tribulation all your own.
To discern what to keep and what to cut away.
To know where you lie and where you don’t.
Distil it down to a shiny hunk that you can put in your pocket.
No.
Not here.
Here it became the bump, that turned into a sore,
that devoured the beast from within.
That is my reinvention.
That is what I’ve become.
To radiate such hatred towards the world,
no one has ever seen…
And to think, everyone thought
I was such a nice boy…

10/16/2003

Posted on 10/16/2003
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