Passports.
Drivers license.
Student ID.
Email.
Pronouns.
So many more.
Identity is messy.
Hectic.
You can lose it easily.
Imagine losing your Identity.
Sounds fun. Doesn't it?
Sometimes, I want to start over.
A clean slate.
A new beginning.
A whole new person.
What IS identity though?
Numbers?
Names?
Codes?
Identity fucks you.
Like a cuckoo coming out a clock.
Birds and the bees.
People can steal it.
Defame you.
Take your whole life.
Right before your eyes.
Identity is fragile.
Like a parcel.
Except it's a lifetime subscription.
When you die?
People will spread lies.
Be happy that you're gone.
Laugh at your loss.
Your life.
Your identity.
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...The Rest is History
Poezie⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
