She scoffs of how she’s heard this all
And I cry, for I know this is true
I am only part of a cycle
Yet it’s empowering
All of us are immortal
Albeit irreplaceable and not unique
Yet with each round of existence
We each can bring something new to the story
That’s what life is for
The spinster of stories gives us new additions
My name was different last time
As was yours
My eyes may have been dark brown instead of hazel
I would have preferred that
But it isn’t up to me
Life is not of me
I’m a shell- but I’m cognizant
Aware
It’s all but a story
Existence is simply Meta
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