On the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves

It's alright,
tell your story.
I'll probably tell mine too.

But, pause a minute,
don't get stuck.

Kill your story
when it attempts to tie itself to your identity

Send it crashing to the ground, 
run a mile
and watch it from distance

Let it evolve in space 
observe it's turns and corners
and remember, or newly discover

The story of you
Is not you.

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