Struggle

I fight to stay the same

Yet in fighting I change

It's becoming good now

But then the old life comes back

The ugliness I thought I had left behind

It comes back to haunt me

I wish for familiarity, yet that frightens me

I want my old life, but it isn't what I need

I miss people and places, but those have changed too

I've changed, haven't I?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I found this on my computer. I think it's from Junior year after I left CA. I'm finding a lot of work from then.

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