Sifting through shells & time

I am in a constant state of change like the tides of the sea.

I am never the same.

I am always the same.

I collect the days like gem colored seashells.

But they live on in the past, and therefore must be released.

Yet still appreciated for the moment that they were mine.

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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels. I am; brutally honest, a bad driver with a record to prove it, a connoisseur of stand-up comedy, the eldest child, an aware procrastinator, semi-sweet, the result of my mother losing her virginity, easily excitable, a lover of music, a pretty shit liar, late to any event no matter what, myself without apology.

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