Armani Arts


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What even is me, I learn, I agree, I learn, then disagree… I love, I hurt, I love again, cycling over and over. Am I me or these experiences? Am I me or am I the screaming voices in my head from children freshly and violently ripped from their physicals? Am I me or am an older version of the worst parts of mySelf, just waiting for this mask of positivity to melt?

Everything seems to be confusing, splitting even. Constant questions with feeble answers I barely trust. Sometimes it just feels like theres 12 of me.

June 2022
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