As I Was

I usted to think I was, as is.
And yet there were, maybe, a few ways I could change what was.
But then I met your kind.
Your kind.
Your kind.
Your kind.
The most wretched
Most vile kind.
Your kind altered what I knew and thought of myself.
Myself.
Myself.
Myself.
That self which I know best
Your kind altered
And now I know
Not who I am.

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