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I've gone for too long living like I'm not alive.
I'm in the final stages of my transformation.
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore.
I'm so content with being a stranger to everyone and myself.
To all the ones that hated me the most.
I can't even remember your face.
To all the ones who thought they knew me best.
You haven't even scratched the surface.
There is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth.
Don't look down.