I used to be who I was.
Now I'm who I am.
They're different people
But the same.
They look similar.
They walk similar.
But they different.
One has younger eyes full of wonder.
The other has old eyes that understand.
One has a readily available sweet smile.
The other smiles rarely and with force.
One is unsure.
The other is certain and solid.
One is young, one is older.
Both are me.
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