I'm better than that. Ain't I? I'm better than a wrecked mess of worn out memories and forgotten lyrics. More than a half used bottle of an once-favorite perfume. A bad handwritten poem on a piece of paper. A bunch of letters written when drunk. Badly composed poems and journals on personal blogs. More than the fear of being dismissed, or left behind, or rejected. More than the loss of the realization that I am just a person who was there.
- not crazy anymore after all these years
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