The story of my life,
easily in broken parts,
all glued back together.
It’s more than what it seams!
You look at sections,
I feel like whole.
I suppose there is a story to tell,
at least that’s what I’ve been
told.
All that matters as me, only
represents.
Look, our entire lives
are only massive cellular amounts
of little births and little deaths
uniquely overlapping in a timely
manner.
I know I don’t totally speak
on behalf of my entire body’s
wellbeing.
Think of me as a parade marshal,
all the rest that follows me
is the story of my life . . .
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