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uncertainty;

this body is a lie. something i've grown out of, something i forgot. it's a shell of someone that i could've been, but i was someone else in the end. it's the shell of an imposter, a placeholder, irritating me with uncertainty.

this body is the truth. it's who i am, who i was born as, it's what i was born as. i look into its eyes. it stares back, blank faced and cold. it listens to me. it must be me. but i hate it, whenever i look into the mirror, where it's living, breathing heavily, mocking me with uncertainty.

my only hope is my shield. my shield that is time.

i keep hiding behind time. behind years of uncertainty.

i keep hiding behind a mask.

a mask
of
uncertainty.