growing up
Progress
While I lay here still
I understand that time will slowly take me.
But before it can take me back, it must shatter what I have become.

Progress.
It is a strange idea.
I am perpetually attached to it, as if there is some necessity for my life to mimic the arrow of time.
Forward. Forward.
Endlessly pursuing some incremental alteration to…
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