Sometimes I

Sometimes I worry I'm not as smart as I once was. Or as funny, or as good of a writer. I feel used up, dried out. Is it possible all of my good days are gone? Has any talent I had just evaporated? I worry I won't find passion, or purpose. Sometimes I am afraid. Sometimes I am lonely. But for better or for worse this is who I am. This body is mine, these choices are mine. Different doesn't always have mean worse, a lot of times different just means different. I have changed, I am changing, I am something new each day. 

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