I'm not me anymore.
At least, the me I am is not the me I was,
and the me that was me when I used to be me has stopped.
If I hurt you, I ask that you consider
how worried I was
about the material things of this world.
My imagination became a focus, and with a lack of direction,
I drift.
This is no excuse. Sometimes I was rude, to you, and I didn't help you
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