Something Of Great Importance

I have read through

many of my old

pieces of work,

only, hardly any of

it makes sense,

but it’s still perfectly

written.

My younger self

seemed so full

of it,

so ready to spill open

at the hands of the words,

it was only after

becoming my older self

that I realised

how boring I actually

am.

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