do_you_even_remember_who_you_were
sabbie come on
bring it on
sit there
all honest and open eyed
trying to encourage me
in my depravity
listening to me
nodding with me
trying to tell me
that you feel it too

glossing over you
youre turning into me
covering over everything
youre turning yourself into me

[chamilion]

changing your opinions
everytime you voice mine
changing your mind
everytime you remember
that you are playing me today.

[shape changing]

big deep soulful eyes
looking up at me
looking down at me
wanting to be inside me
why do you need to be me?

i dont want to be me.

[metamorphising]

morphing into me.

if youre going to be me today,
who do i get to be?
020421
...
Joana. Memory revives what once was
Yet all that there is now
Are fragments of such wholeness
That only scent and sound
Can gather back

[I miss me]
020421
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kerry i used to be little Tina Turner in the hospital

my dad scruffed up my red hair after the nurses slicked it back because it made me look like a rock star like the ones he used to photograph


i used to be a redhead

i'm not anymore


*strawberry blond* years away from the real thing

and then i was a tomboy, then i was a prep, then i was nothing except trying to hibernate in that horrible thing we all know, it's called MIDDLE SCHOOL, JUNIOR HIGH, and then high school arrived and i was just me. and i still am.
020422
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Arwyn somedays I do. I remember who I wanted to be more than who i was. 020422
...
continuous ache dear sabbie,

i'm not good with compliments, so i'll just say
i liked that....a lot. ;)
020423
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poetic_onslaught i remember who i was too clearly. which is why i hurt so much. 020423
...
sabbie .:blinks in surprise:.

thank you continuous ache! that be a loverly thing to say.

sabbieday been made :)
020423
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Sailor Jupiter I miss who I was. She was genuinely happy, nice, friendly...and she was outgoing and confident too! I liked her a lot even though she was funny looking. But that little girl, she was murdered by hands to ignorant to understand. She was reduced to ash, dark chunks of flesh and dried cracked blood. Sometimes I cry for that little girl who had to die for this, the present me, to be born. She deserved better. 020423
...
daxle yes, but I like who I am now much better 020423
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ashmanzhou hopefully not
though i dont think
i would count on it
but i am and i do
030806
...
ashmanzhou hopefully not
though i dont think
i would count on it
but i am and i do
030806
...
ashmanzhou hopefully not
though i dont think
i would count on it
but i am and i do
030806
...
ferret i think i used to be a chicken 030806
...
all walls are great if the roof doesnt fall i've seen
what i was
and i know
what i'll be
i've seen it all
there is nothing to see
030806
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starboy Past, present, future.... all the blink of an eye.

Does it matter who I was, who I am, and who I am going to become?

I don't think it does. In the end, I die, you die, we all die and no more us. What we were eventually fades and all that is left is nothing. What we do in the blink of time that we are here is irrevelent.
030807
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Arwyn I remember...

I didn't care as much about what people thought. I was spontaneous. I was fun. I wasn't so scared of everyone... I wish I could be the 15 year old me again...
030808
...
Fire&Roses Always.

and on the bad days I miss me and on the good ones I look back and laugh.
030808
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misstree Before nible fingers caressed your temples,
a serpent's tongue gliding lies between
honey-slick adornments and beguilings,
do you remember how you looked at me
in shock, when i sidled up with my cat's grin,
looped my arm around your waist
and led you out of paradise?

Once i had laid my seed, i left you,
and now when i look in on you
you're a perfect wretch, doubled over
with the weight of too much for you.

I am pleased with my work--
i sent you through the flames and
you came out charred, broken,
unfit to have tasted the golden apple.
Live or die in this vital world,
and you will die with the truth.



(ps: i really like what sabbie wrote at the top. it's neat, and it inspired me. :)
030809
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ashmanzhou what can you ever say to me that might
make me remember all of those broken dreams
i know i always scream aloud at night
but that aint any reason to believe
that i ever could go back again
to the way i was
i dont even remember who i was
could have been
would have been
because as i gradually fly apart
i find myself thinking
even believing
that i have changed for the better
but then i take a look at you
that little revulsion you hold when
you look at me
and i know i have ruined myself
and i know i cant go back

dreaming wandering thinking
only thinking of my own self
selfrighteous self servience all alone
and crying in thou sight
030809
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NothingNow doesn't matter who i was
who i am
who i think i might end up being

whoever,
whatever...
not worth remembering
i'd have to be somebody for that

( i_used_to_be_somebody? )
030809
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three words what_kind_of_flower_are_you
do_you_even_remember_who_you_were daniel
050305
what's it to you?
who go
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