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Last fall was fun.

I'm still trying to see myself as a real person.

With every cell being its own on my body I fear each day something else or spirit, light, something claims the body and melds into who I am or who it remembers I was or it wants me to be so I can't be me. I was happy then I became sad, then I yelled, now I don't want to want but I feel I'm being forced not to want. Is it bad to desire or do people not know even what they desire.

Even be, this fall of 2025 I missed out on much but I saw a night where leaves fell, they were brown and the night was as if I lived on the corner of a light post where the woods and small down were just a skip away.

I today went and…