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I changed this year,

I really did.

Is it good or is it bad?

Do I like the new me or hate me?

Can I even recogniz myself in the mirror?

Old friends are no longer friends. New friends take up all of my time.

I love them, all of them. But do I love me?

Do I love the real me?

Do I love the new me?

Am I bi, hetero, or homo? Maybe even asexual or pansexual?

Do I still believe in church?

Do I still believe in myself?

Do I really want to be a doctor? Or a nurse? Maybe even an entrepreneur?

I've never been so confused in my life.

I lay awake in bed losing sleep.

I think hard about the future.

I don't know what I want anymore.

I've lost touch with everything.

I lost myself.

I've changed.

Who am I?

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