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There are things which I used to do,

which I no longer do.

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And there are things which I do now,

which I did not used to do.

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Have I changed?

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You could call what has happened… change,

evolution,

transformation,

transmogrification…

Or,

simply the opening of eyes,

the waking from a dream,

a nightmare.

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The skies are clearing,

the clouds of intoxication are disappearing,

my feet are on firm land,

and I’m drying off after a swim in the waters of delusion.

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I thought I would suffocate breathing such thick and poisonous fumes…

I thought I would drown drinking in such heavy and turbulent liquid…

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It went to my head,

filled it with bubbles,

which burst…

But when these bubbles explode they cover everything with sickly sweet.

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The clouds of intoxication did not come from drugs,

the waters of delusion were…