everyone you interact with morphs you in some shape or form. not them exactly, but your response. splitting you into hallways and doors and all, and what's a god? you control every single one of your own actions so are you your own god? i'm sleep deprived. i don't know what i'm saying but i wish i could have made different choices.
in the poem and otherwise. what am i saying LMFDSAOFJEWOAJF
thank u for ur writing again (6th time)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!