The Right to Be Forgotten: Forty-Five

More than a year ago I imbibed the words Sad Boy. Less than a year ago I became Noname.

More than a week ago I sat with my five lifelines to the world beyond the street to hash out a strategy. Less than a week ago one of the five died.

More than a day ago I cried behind a dumpster. Less than a day ago I was a public nuisance and a vagrant.

More than an hour ago I thought I’d lost my way and this game we play. Less than an hour ago I discovered former me was wholly bifurcated from now me.

More than a minute ago my guard walked away. Less than a minute ago keys dropped in my lap.

More than a breath ago I freed myself. Less than a breath ago I was knocked off my feet.

More than a blink ago I saw a dead woman. Less than a blink ago my life was remade.

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