Changed at '19.
Perhaps forever more, I am.
Once a mocker, now an emulator of the mocked.
The abnormal became normal,
An everyday urge, vice and obsession.
I cannot stop what had begun at '19.
I cannot change back to what I was.
An error upon my paper,
What is etched with Sharpie cannot be erased.
Before '19, carefree 'twas I.
Now, I am a turtle,
Most comfortable in its shell.
Or a snail in a world of salt.
Although past has '19,
Slow is the fish to match
The wax and wane of the ocean.
A storm with little hint of receding.
An insanity born at '19.
Like a scar that never fades.
Though the world may move on,
A block of ice remains my coffin.
A glue sticks me to the past.
Bad habits die hard.
I cannot resist them.
This is what it means
To be changed by '19
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