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the part of me
that stays within
when the weather changes
keeps reminding me
that I'm not this.
But I am.

When it walks down the stairs
I tell my ears not to listen
all the nonsense that it claims
crying out loud to stop
and telling it
that I'm not this.
But I am.

And when it escalates to the top
I start befriending it
before I take out the knife
and stab it till it dies
repeating myself
that I'm not this.
But I am.

After all this time
I still sit in the same chair
with you, with them
never alone so
that I can lay in your voice
with that part of me
that stays within
when the weather changes
that keeps reminding me
that I'm not this.

But I am.

But I am.