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My friends say, "we miss you".

I said "but I'm right here."

"The old you."

I didn't know I was different. But they say people around you know better when it comes to this kind of thing.

"I can't remember" I said.

I can't remember who I used to be, how I used to roll.

Then they leave me be. The cycle repeats. And I can't get out of it.

 

Maybe one day my bulletproof body will come back.

Maybe.